Today, Lucille Ball would have celebrated her 100th birthday.
I love Lucy. No, I adore Lucy. I Love Lucy is the only show that I can watch over and over and still laugh out loud. I’ve watched the show all my life, but it was while pregnant with my first daughter that the show became very special to me. I spent many days, dealing with awful morning sickness, laying in bed watching I Love Lucy marathons. Each episode brought me out of my nausea funk by making me laugh, and at times making me cry. Like the episode above. It still gets me, every time.
All the shows that followed this “Having a Baby” episode, showed Lucy, not just as a zany woman, wife and friend, but as a mom. That’s my favorite Lucy. The Lucy that became the calm one when it was time to go to the hospital, the Lucy that beamed when Little Ricky played Babalu with his dad and the Lucy that was homesick in Italy missing her son.
Lucy as Mom.
I grew up with Lucy and cried the day she died. There will never be another like her!
I agree with you, Georgette…I love, love, love Lucy! And she played a part in my pregnancy, too! April 30th/96: I had been feeling awful all day. I was 9 months along, feeling so swollen, upset stomach and having small contractions every hour or so. In the evening, Nick at Night had “I Love Lucy” on for and hour, so I longed for it to begin so I could try and laugh off my discomfort. The episode where Ricky is fired after he asks for a raise was on (and Lucy, Ethel and Fred borrow a quick change artist’s props to pretend to be dissatisfied Tropicana patrons). I started laughing really hard and like that, I had a really big contraction. About five minutes later, another one…and so on and so on during the hour of I Love Lucy. Within a few hours after that, I had my little boy…but I always remember it was laughing at Lucy that got everything moving after that long, uncomfortable day! Happy birthday Lucy♥!