There are certain moments when I realize just how hot and sexy I must be at 32 weeks pregnant…
Like when I arrived at preschool drop off the other day and one of the moms said to me, “Wow. You look ready to explode.”
Or when I headed to the West Village to meet some old friends and parked in front of the always bustling pub The White Horse Tavern. As I parked my stylin’ gold minivan in front of the crowded outdoor seating and then extricated myself and my enormous belly from the car, I could feel everyone staring at me. They all must have been thinking the same thing, “How is someone THAT hip and edgy?!”
But it doesn’t matter if I’ve lost some of my West Village cool, because I woke up on Mother’s Day in the suburbs to adorable handmade gifts and breakfast in bed from my girls. A stale, cold bagel never tasted so perfect.
And Rick got me the sweetest Mother’s Day gift, something to wear post pregnancy…
Seriously how would anyone breathe in that? Not only does it suck in your belly, butt and thighs but I think you can scuba dive in it too. If scuba diving in Spanx is something that works for you.
Of course, Rick did not really buy me that. He gave me some gorgeous flowers and a gift certificate to my favorite store. (This makes up for the fact that he doesn’t like one of my fave boy names… Finn. He says it’s not his favorite because of his fish allergy. I guess the name Finn makes him think of the fin of a fish, which makes him think of his food allergy which makes him unhappy. That man is not easy.)
So anyway, with little progress on the name front, we went to brunch with our girls where Dylan pretty much inhaled Nutella like a crazed meth addict and the girls tried their very hardest to be good…
They did not quite manage to behave.
I told Rick these kind of outings will be much calmer once our twins, Finn and Georgia, arrive.
Ok, those aren’t the names.
Unless my husband can shake off his issues with Atlanta traffic and the fact that eating fish gives him hives.
Yeah, so not happening.