Tessa - 30 Weeks

"Good morning, I'm Veronica Platt from the ABNC news desk. On This Week in Avonia, our top story is a controversial new initiative by Princess Tessa and her former employer, independent news outlet The Weekly Observer, that some critics are saying celebrates mediocrity but has others cheering. The princess has launched a campaign called the Good Enough Mums that many are suggesting is in response to lady Dr. Brooke Beddingfield Cunningham's Avonian Healthy Pregnancy Foundation, which we featured a few weeks ago.

The princess, who has herself faced a great deal of criticism about her recent weight gain, has put her photography skills to use, bringing in twenty pregnant women from around the country in various trimesters, ethnic backgrounds, and body shapes in an effort to celebrate the beauty and diversity of Avonia and women everywhere. Giles Bigly joins us live for some person-on-the-street interviews to get the average person's reaction."

"Good morning, Veronica. I'm joined by passerby Donald Miller, who I managed to catch on his way to work. And I have shown him the photographs that were posted yesterday on The Weekly Observer website and will be included in a special edition of the newspaper this weekend. Donald, what do you think of these photographs? "

"I don't really see what the big deal is. It's a bunch of pregnant women. Seen that before." Donald shrugs and walks away, leaving Giles standing, staring into the camera with a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Giles, is there anyone else nearby you can ask?" Veronica says with a tight smile.

Giles glances around for a moment before shaking his head. “It seems like the lunch hour foot traffic rush is already over, Veronica. Back to you."

Veronica shuffles some paper on her desk and then says, "That was Giles Bigly, reporting live.

“We here at ABNC news have done an online survey to find out what our viewers think of the Good Enough Mums Campaign, and overwhelmingly, the majority of Avonians are excited to see this type of initiative. Some of our more frequent comments were from people who suggested it was nice to see normal women as a subject of a photo shoot for a change and see a celebration of the beauty that exists in the ordinary world. Let’s check out the twitter feed, #GoodEnoughMums, for more of your thoughts. Racheal576 tweeted, ‘Hoorah for #GoodEnoughMums and for Princess Tessa! You go girl!’ Here we have PeterforPresident who says, ‘I’d do any of them. #HotEnoughForMeMums.’ How charming. Apparently, the producer who’s supposed to be vetting these is asleep at his desk.

“Carrying on, MumSquad1 tweeted, ‘Finally, a true celebration of real women. #Grateful #TessaIsBest #BrookeCanSuckIt.’ Okay, people, who’s choosing these?”

The twitter scroll at the bottom of the screen suddenly disappears as though Veronica’s glare dissolved it.

“So a lot of support overall for Good Enough Mums. Speaking of mums, Lady Dr. Brooke Beddingfield Cunningham will be joining us tomorrow to update us on her own healthy pregnancy, and on the latest ideas for how to provide your own baby with optimal nutrition. We’ll also ask the question everyone’s dying to know the answer to—will Blake be back from Kenya, where he’s shooting his latest film, in time for the birth of their child?”

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EMAIL FROM DYLAN SINCLAIR to Me

RE: Wild Success

Dear Princess Tessa,

Congratulations on the beautiful piece for your Good Enough Mums Campaign. I’m thrilled to see you’ve applied what I’ve taught you. According to my graphs (attached), you’ll see that you are indeed making great inroads to becoming the People’s Princess.

All the best,

Dylan

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TWO DAYS LATER

"Did I miss anything?" Nikki says, rushing into Arabella's apartment with her arms loaded with curry take out.

"Not much. So far, all Brooke and Blake have been doing is making a lot of very smug predictions about how easily this whole thing is going to go." Arabella rolls her eyes as she walks toward the kitchen to get plates and cutlery.

It’s Wednesday evening, prime time, of course, to have the maximum number of viewers for Brooke’s perfectly perfect, ‘I’m a yogi with in-depth medical knowledge’ labour and delivery. Arthur is in New York, so this is a nice diversion for me.

"Hhhhoooooo." Brooke is standing, bent slightly at the waist, her smile tightening as she starts to breeze in short, quick pops.

"So what you're seeing now is Brooke having a contraction." Blake looks directly at the camera.

"No shit, Sherlock," Nikki says, scooping some butter chicken onto her saffron rice.

"You'll notice that Brooke is able to easily handle these contractions even though they’re increasing in intensity according to the monitor. This is a direct result of the many hours of meditation, visualization, and—"

“—healthy eating," Brooke says, her face relaxing. “Which I...really...” puff, “...can't stress enough."

I slap a hot piece of naan bread onto my plate in response.

“We’re anticipating a very quick dilation of Brooke’s cervix, which she has prepped and ready for tonight,” Blake says. "So the baby should arrive sometime around ten o’clock.”

“Oh! Drink up, ladies, he said ‘cervix.’” Arabella and Nikki each have a swig of wine, whilst I have a sip of boring old San Pellegrino with lemon. "That baby better come before nine—the ratings won’t be nearly as good during late-night."

An hour later, after we finished our feast, I pop a Tums tablet into my mouth to try to stave off the inevitable heartburn caused by too much baby and too much curry. "Doesn't this seem a bit wrong? For us to sit here watching this whole thing and making fun of her?"

"It would if she weren't a completely horrible bitch," Nikki says with a slight slur in her voice.

“Who tried to steal Arthur out from under your nose,” Arabella adds.

"Good point. I almost forgot about that."

"It seems like she's a little bit tense, no?" Arabella says, tilting her head as she stares at the screen.

I turn my attention to the telly again, where Brooke is now practicing her Lamaze breathing but is also looking very red in the face. "Is that a bead of sweat on her forehead?"

"Oh God, I think you might be right," Nikki says. “She might be a human after all.”

"Blake, cloth!" Brooke barks from her standing position with her forearms resting on the bed.

Blake pops to it, wiping down her cheeks and neck with the cloth.

"Forehead, you ninny," Brooke snatches the cloth out of his hand and does it herself.

"Perhaps it's a good time to practice the open flower meditation?" Blake says, reaching for his iPhone.

Brooke, clearly having a very painful contraction, ignores the question and starts panting and puffing while gripping the blankets in front of her with both hands.

"Oh, dear," I say, slightly horrified at the amount of pain she appears to be in.

Suddenly, Brooke's voice can be heard over the speaker even though the real Brooke is still puffing away.

"Brooke, it's me, Brooke." She laughs a little, then continues in a very soothing voice. "You're ready for this. No one has prepared themselves as well for the gift of childbirth as you have. You are a goddess. You have done everything possible in the last nine months, and now it is your moment to shine."

"Shut that off." Brooke swivels her head at Blake. "Wrong one."

"Sorry, darling,” he says, looking slightly flustered.

Turning to the camera, Blake says, "Little bit of technical difficulties there, folks." He chuckles and then continues to look for the proper meditation. "It's called open flower, isn’t it?"

"Shut it off. I don’t want a fucking meditation right now,” Brooke says, slapping the phone out of his hand.

“Sure, sure,” he says, shaking his fingers a little. “What can I do for you, then?" Blake says, reaching over to rub her back. "Daddy massage time?"

"Don't touch me. Go get Dr. Yates."

"Is something wrong, sweetie?"

"Yes, something's wrong, you genius! I’m in labour, and it hurts like a motherfucker, so shut off the fucking cameras and get me a fucking epidural!"

The screen goes black for a second, and then an ad for Krispy Kreme doughnuts comes on, leaving Nikki, Arabella and I staring at each other wide-eyed for a moment before we all burst out laughing.

After a minute, the laughing brings the serious heartburn. I pop another Tums tablet into my mouth, chewing it slowly while Nikki and Arabella continue enjoying the victory of the moment.

"Oh my God. That was awesome," Nikki says, high-fiving Arabella.

"Awful Brooke just got her comeuppance, didn't she?" Arabella turns to me and holds up her arm. I high-five her and grin back at them even though a very tiny voice inside my head is saying, "If she can't do this, and she's basically perfect — how the fuck are you supposed to do this?"

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I WAKE THE NEXT MORNING with a gnawing feeling, and it's not just hunger this time—it's fear. Somehow, up to now I've allowed myself to pretty much ignore how I’m actually going to get these babies out of me, but seeing it live on television scared the shit out of me. I was hoping that when I woke up, I’d feel less terrified, but as I stare down at my enormous belly, I’m really freaking worried about the whole labour and delivery thing. 

By the time I went to bed last night, there was still no word on whether Brooke and Blake had their baby yet. I reach over to Arthur’s pillow and pick up my phone to check the news. The ABNC News Brooke and Blake Cunningham Baby Update RSS feed was updated ten minutes ago and shows there is still no baby yet.

"Jesus."

Scrolling down, I see a hundred and forty-two comments, most of which are every bit as catty as Arabella, Nikki and I were yesterday evening.

“It's karma, baby. This is what you get for making every other woman feel crappy about themselves.”

“The best part of last night was when Brooke slapped the iPhone out of Blake's hand.”

“Respectfully disagree. It was when she grabbed the cloth and wiped her own forehead. What a useless man.”

“I liked all the f-bombs, myself. Lady Brooke not acting at all like a lady. Ha ha.”

“It is all too priceless. She totally got what she deserved. People like her should be shipped off to an island for arrogant jerks so no normal people have to see them anymore.”

“That’s what she gets for being a big phony. Not like Princess Tessa— a real woman who will probably handle labour and delivery like the warrior she is.”

Warrior? Oh, well, I don’t know about that...I mean. I’m just a normal woman, really. And this normal woman needs some chocolate raspberry crepes.

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2 P.M. - ABNC NEWS Brooke and Blake Cunningham Baby Update

Lady Doctor Brooke Beddingfield Cunningham and her husband, Blake, are pleased to announce the birth of their son, Bogart Winston Blake Cunningham the first. He arrived at 1:48 p.m. weighing in at 6lbs 1 ounce. Both little Bogart and mum are doing fine. The couple thank the people of Avonia for their support and good wishes and apologize for the technical issues that caused them to lose the feed on the planned live birth last night.

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EMAIL FROM ME TO HAZEL Nettlebottom

RE: Good Enough Mums Campaign Op-Ed

Dear Hazel,

I’m certain you’ve been keeping up with the Brooke Beddingfield birth story. It appears that my Good Enough Mum campaign may be the cause of a great deal of backlash toward her Avonian Healthy Pregnancy Foundation. To that end, I’d like to offer the following op-ed to The Weekly Observer to try to put a stop to the cruel comments toward Brooke. In spite of our personal history and my feelings toward her, I feel badly about what’s happening and would very much like to help in some way.

All the best,

Tessa

Email from Hazel Nettlebottom to Me:

RE: RE: Good Enough Mum Campaign Op-Ed

Dearest Princess Tessa,

Your op-ed brought tears to my eyes. There truly is no limit to your graciousness, and it shines through in this piece. If I had to guess, I’d say that this moment in history will be known as the time when you’ve managed to ‘turn it all around’ and will henceforth be as beloved as your husband.

If you look on our website, you will see it’s live and there have been dozens of positive comments in the time it took me to grab a coffee and come back to my desk to write you. We’ll, of course, be printing it in our next edition as well (which, by the way, has seen a 5% increase in circulation since the photo spread, so thank you very much for that!).

Keep in touch, and good luck with your own delivery! Let me know if there is anything you need in the meantime.

Best,

Hazel

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OP-ED THE WEEKLY OBSERVER

By: Princess Tessa, Duchess of Wellingbourne

Two weeks ago, I launched the Good Enough Mum campaign, hoping to help the women of Avonia feel better about ourselves ‘just the way we are.’ To that end, I photographed twenty pregnant women, (most of whom I met at my obstetrician’s office), in hopes of celebrating the beauty in the ‘untouched-up’ and to depict the diversity of real mums and mums-to-be (not just the stick thin, heavily-made-up models we’re used to seeing in the media).

Much to my delight, the team’s efforts have been a great success, and I have enjoyed reading the positive comments from women—and men—around the kingdom who have expressed their appreciation for the goals of the Good Enough Mum Campaign (G.E.M.C.).

As someone in the public eye, I’ve become somewhat used to living under a great deal of scrutiny, which in some ways has prepared me for motherhood. In talking with other parents, it seems as though, in our culture, there is a tendency to criticize and judge other parents rather harshly for making different choices than we ourselves may make. And I know coming from me (the former Royal Watchdog), this will sound very strange indeed—hypocritical even. But the past two years have taught me how difficult it is to have everything you say and do be critiqued, criticized, and judged by others.

It seems to me that motherhood is a breeding ground for criticism and judgment. My hope in creating the G.E.M.C. was to gently bring us around to a place of acceptance and support.

But somewhere we’ve gone off the rails, and the public seems to have turned on one of our own—Lady Dr. Brooke Beddingfield Cunningham. It may come as a shock to some that I’m calling her one of ‘our own,’ given the fact that Brooke’s Avonian Healthy Pregnancy Foundation may seem to be at odds with the G.E.M.C., but it really is not. The G.E.M.C. is about not judging the choices of others, which includes not judging Brooke for being ‘too healthy’ or ‘too strict.’

The country watched last night as she struggled through what appeared to be a difficult labour. I’m guessing her experience was no different than most first-time deliveries, with one notable exception—Brooke was trying to use her own pregnancy and delivery to help others. She was brave to step up and attempt to show the importance of a healthy lifestyle and positive mindset (neither of which I possess as of late). Things didn’t work out quite the way she hoped, but today she and Blake have welcomed their son, the adorable Bogart, to the world.

I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate the happy couple, as well as ask for people around the kingdom to show their support for, rather than their criticism of, Brooke at this time.

Yes, many have found her to be a ‘little too perfect’ (including me at times—after all, it’s hard to keep up with a beautiful, intelligent, globe-trotting doctor who has dedicated her life to the less-fortunate), but that’s about me, isn’t it? Not her. I’d like to call on women everywhere to rise above our own insecurities to offer our support and gratitude for what Brooke has been trying to do.

At its heart, the G.E.M.C. is about acceptance of the myriad of ways in which pregnancy—and motherhood itself—can be handled. And no, I’m not talking about championing anything that will do harm to a woman or child, of course, but I ask that we all take a step back, relax a little, and agree that it’s okay to be different and make different choices.

Breast or bottle, drug-free delivery in an inflatable pool at home or epidural all the way, we women get the job done. We give birth to the babies, the babies get fed, they’re loved and nurtured, they grow up, and become functioning, contributing members of society. There are as many ways to handle pregnancy, delivery, and motherhood as there are many different mums in the world. And that’s a good thing. That’s what makes this world a beautiful, interesting, and diverse place. It’s what makes it work, quite frankly.

I’d like to make a confession. I’m absolutely terrified of labour, delivery, and motherhood in general. So many things can go wrong, and it seems to me that as far as parenting goes, you don’t get to control it, as much as you have to learn to ride the waves of whatever comes your way (case in point, in a few weeks, with any luck, I’ll be welcoming one more baby than I thought I would be).

So, since this whole parenting thing is hard enough as it is, how about we all agree to cut each other some slack and do a better job of encouraging each other?

My hope is that throughout the kingdom, we take pause to think about how we can all do our part to be a little bit kinder and a little bit (or a lot) more accepting of each other’s choices. Let’s do our best to validate each other’s experiences, even when they are wildly different from our own.

If we can manage this, what kind of world will we be creating for our children to grow up in? One with less insecurity? One with less hatred and fewer bullies? One with more harmony and a sense of purpose? What if women worked together instead of tearing each other apart?

I’d say we’d be well on our way to creating a more peaceful, friendly world.

Can we do it?

Yes, we bloody well can.

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ARTHUR AND TESSA’S Baby Name Brainstorming Session Via Text Message #2

Arthur: Hey wifey, HUGE congratulations on your op-ed. You’ve used your brilliance to do what Dylan and her entire team of lackeys could not.

Tessa: Thanks! I’m honestly over the moon with happiness about it. Can’t stop smiling (except that I miss you horribly and am completely miserable without you).

Arthur: Completely miserable other than the non-stop smiling and being over the moon with happiness...

Tessa: Yes. Other than that. Speaking of Moon Units. Do you have time for another round of baby naming?

Arthur: Four minutes. Go!

Tessa: You go. I came up with the last two.

Arthur: Applesauce (for a girl obviously).

Tessa: I grew up with an Applesauce. Totally soft.

Arthur: Melanie?

Tessa: Nope. Rhymes with ‘felony’. Also, anytime someone asks her her name, she’ll say, “it’s Melanie” which sounds like “smellanie.”

Arthur: Although who won’t know her name? I mean really?

Tessa: Nope! No Smellanies! For a boy, Evander (Greek for ‘good man’)?

Arthur: Hmmm. Don’t love it.

Tessa: Adding to the list.

Arthur: Maybe we should each name one baby.

Tessa: No veto power?

Arthur: No veto power.

Tessa: I veto the no veto power.

Arthur: Secretly relieved. That quickly felt like a lot of pressure. Time’s up. Tell Applesauce and Moon Unit their father loves them.

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EMAIL FROM DYLAN SINCLAIR to King Winston cc: Prince Arthur, Princess Tessa

RE: Resignation

Dear King Winston,

Please accept this email as my formal resignation effective two weeks from today. I have taught the staff everything I know regarding public relations and am most pleased with the progress made in such a short period of time. The overwhelming popularity of all members of the royal family, particularly Princess Tessa, means that my time with you must come to an end. Like Mary Poppins, I must go where I am needed most. To that end, you will be able to reach me at the Avonian Healthy Pregnancy Foundation, under the employ of Lady Dr. Brooke Beddingfield Cunningham.

The address is below to forward any correspondence, checks, tax forms, etc.

Wishing you all the best, including continued happiness, wealth, and an eternally adoring public (which should be possible if you continue on the path which I have led you down).

Yours,

Dylan Sinclair