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something was off—and a trip to <strong>the</strong> doctor confirmed <strong>the</strong> news. We couldn’t have been more<br />
thrilled. We wanted to shout it from <strong>the</strong> rooftops, but <strong>the</strong> doctor suggested we stay mum on our big<br />
news until our second trimester (miscarriages are common during <strong>the</strong> first 12 weeks of pregnancy).<br />
Keeping a lid on our new addition for <strong>the</strong> three months was brutal—but necessary. I knew <strong>the</strong><br />
announcement would attract a lot of attention, so I didn’t want anyone to know until I cleared my first<br />
trimester. Looking back, I’m surprised no one at Peepshow guessed when I suddenly stopped arriving<br />
backstage with my signature large Starbucks iced Americano clutched in my paw!<br />
My biggest concern was how I was going to finish my commitment to Peepshow—it would be<br />
impossible for me to perform through <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> year. I’d certainly be showing by <strong>the</strong>n and I’m<br />
pretty sure producers didn’t envision <strong>the</strong>ir sexy lead with a growing baby bump. When I finally was<br />
able to break <strong>the</strong> news to my employers, we decided how long I would stay in <strong>the</strong> show (through mid-<br />
October 2012, which marked <strong>the</strong> fifth month of my pregnancy), and <strong>the</strong>y began <strong>the</strong>ir search for a new<br />
headliner who could start a few months earlier than anticipated.<br />
(People sometimes ask me if I was worried that performing while pregnant might somehow harm<br />
<strong>the</strong> baby, and my answer is “of course not!” I was used to <strong>the</strong> physical demands of <strong>the</strong> show and my<br />
doctors approved every move I made. If anything, I think performing made me healthier than I would<br />
have been sitting on my butt doing nothing. I had an amazing pregnancy and stayed in great shape—<br />
though some of <strong>the</strong> costumes were altered to allow for a little more modesty, I didn’t even have to<br />
loosen my corset throughout my run in <strong>the</strong> show. I believe that many sacrifices need to be made in<br />
order to do your best as a parent, but I also believe you don’t have to abandon your whole life.)<br />
I vowed not to cry on my last night, but that was impossible. The outpouring of love I received<br />
from <strong>the</strong> cast and crew was just too overwhelming—and I couldn’t help <strong>the</strong> tears. These were tears of<br />
joy . . . <strong>the</strong> best kind. Over <strong>the</strong> four years I spent with Peep, I’d grown tremendously: from <strong>the</strong><br />
insecure, unsure Playboy outcast to <strong>the</strong> confident, successful mommy-to-be.<br />
But it didn’t take long for <strong>the</strong> vultures to start circling.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> wake of my departure, Angel, my understudy, was summoned back for six weeks while<br />
Peepshow found and trained my replacement. Before my dressing room door even fully shut behind<br />
me, I received word that a certain someone had already contacted Peepshow’s producers, begging<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to hire Kendra for <strong>the</strong> lead instead of <strong>the</strong> rumored front-runner: Ice-T’s wife, Coco Austin.<br />
“How dare you!” I yelled into my cell phone. I was irate, digging my nails into <strong>the</strong> palm of my<br />
hand. After I had spent months explaining to him why this idea made me so uncomfortable, I couldn’t<br />
believe he had <strong>the</strong> audacity to even attempt such a betrayal. I’d been foolish enough to think we had<br />
developed a friendship over <strong>the</strong> last seven years, but obviously, I was wrong.<br />
“And I’m pregnant right now,” I screeched, my blood boiling. “I don’t need <strong>the</strong> stress of a public<br />
feud with Kendra.”<br />
He sat silent. What could he say? Finally he came back meekly with <strong>the</strong> confession that he<br />
thought if <strong>the</strong>re was a feud between Kendra and me it would be good publicity for <strong>the</strong> two of us.<br />
“That’s <strong>the</strong> kind of publicity Kendra likes, not me,” I said. “I don’t want it!”<br />
Despite his efforts, Peepshow chose Coco to debut as <strong>the</strong> new headliner. After a few months, <strong>the</strong><br />
show officially closed. It was a shame to see such a wonderful show close, but as <strong>the</strong>y say, all good