We try to always start our tours in L.A. and end them at home in Vegas. It doesn’t always work out that way, but we’ve completely revamped the schedule to try.
The plan right now is for me to stay on tour until my seventh month or so. Thirty weeks takes us to around mid-October. We’ll cut the tour off on Halloween, so I’ll have all of November and December to get ready for the baby.
If I get to a point where I physically or emotionally can’t handle touring anymore, the guys are okay with canceling or postponing the remaining dates until I’m ready. Whether it’s February or March or August.
They really are the best friends and band mates anyone could ask for.
Unfortunately, the Sidewinders lost to Seattle in that final game of the playoffs, so Zaan and I had time to be together and work through our issues. We hit a little roadblock with the surprise pregnancy, but now we’re back to where we should be.
We met with a therapist and will be doing video sessions with her once we get on the road to help us continue working on our struggles with the newness of my pregnancy and how it’s impacted us, both individually and as a couple. It’s been good to discuss our fears, along with our hopes and dreams for the future. How we’ll handle things going forward when inevitable issues arise. And anything else we need to deal with.
Zaan is going to be on tour with me until he has to show up for training camp in September. Technically, we’ll only be apart for about five or six weeks, depending on the exact date camp starts, which we won’t know for a bit.
“You ready?” he asks me as we watch Crimson Edge’s set.
They put on a great show and the audience tonight is into them, which bodes well for both their future and the tour.
“I feel good,” I say. “I can’t wait to get out there. Now that the album is officially platinum, it feels different!”
“I’m excited for you.” He leans over and presses his lips to mine.
I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him back, sliding my tongue between his lips. Our mouths tangle deliciously, and I feel a familiar tingle of desire. Our sex life has been out of control the last two weeks, and we’re enjoying the hell out of it.
We’re back on an even keel, and it’s the best feeling in the world to have him at my side, supporting and loving me like he’s always done.
We’ve always been pretty good at communication, but things change.
Especially my hormones.
I still feel great, with no morning sickness or fatigue beyond sleeping a solid ten hours every night. I’m still working out and I fit into my clothes, which is nice. I’ve only gained two pounds so far, and Dr. Diaz assures me that other than being a little more cautious, I don’t have to change anything.
We went over the tour schedule together, and she blocked out time for me at my convenience so that Zaan and I can fly home to see her for the milestone appointments and ultrasounds. We just had our first the other day, and we both cried when we saw the baby on the monitor.
We’ve decided we need to know the sex so that we can plan a nursery, and Mack and Lindsay have promised to be on top of any renovations, as well as my baby shower.
So all that’s left is rock and roll.
“…and if you make a little noise,” Jonny yells into his microphone. “We might just convince the one and only Lexi Rousseau to come sing a song with us.”
The crowd goes wild, and Zaan grins at me.
“Go do your thing, baby.”
“I love you,” I whisper. “Thank you for giving me everything I ever wanted and then some.”
“You’ve given me the same.” He squeezes my ass. “And I love you more. Now go rock those people.”
I laugh, kiss him one last time, and then jog out on stage, one hand in the air.
“Los Angeles—are we hot tonight?”
The crowd already has their fists in the air, ready for us to play “Hit It Like It’s Hot.”
Damn, this feels good.
I put a hand on my stomach for a moment, whispering a silent message to Baby Häagen-Dazs. We think the nickname is adorable, so we’ve adopted it, and call it that whenever we talk about him or her.
Mommy’s got to work now, but Daddy and I will read to you before bed.
