What do you mean I'm pregnant?

Yes. Pregnant. I thought I was experiencing stress. Is that why my period is missing, but I take birth control pills. Oh my God! What am I going to do? Then all of my Catholic/Preacher granddaughter guilt kicked in. "I'm not even married." "What the F***K!" Then my mother asked me some important questions.

1. Can you take care of this baby alone?
2. Will you be okay?
3. Are you worried about still being able to act? We will work it out?

I had to consider what I had thus far. (I had a house, a job with insurance, and some common sense) I can do this. Yeah, right! Then I gave birth to an amazing little girl. Besides the mind numbing pain and the epidural that really didn't work. I did it! She was born February 2, 2001 at 2:01 pm and was 21 inches long and 8 pounds. I'm a mommy!

My life changed. And the first thing I did was leave my teaching job (Bye insurance!) because I refused to waste one more minute not pursuing my dreams and goals. I started auditioning like a mad woman and before my daughter turned 3 I earned my SAG card (Thank you Barber Shop 2) and my Actor's Equity Card (Thank you Little Shop of Horrors and all the rest of those pesky points). I even got a better agent, who got me NY auditions. I flew back and forth with little to no money (Thank you ATA).

My mother came and picked me up from the airport one late evening and asked my why I did not move to NYC. I pointed to my toddler in the back seat and figured the answer was clear. She then offered me 1 year. She would keep my daughter while I moved to NYC and make things happen. Wow! Before I knew it, I was New York bound. This is going to be awesome! I had an agent! My daughter would be safe and happy! I am going to get lots of work!

So then why oh why did something entirely different happen. Because unexpected shit always happens. Always!