Happy Friday! How was your week? Mine was pretty good. Highlights: I had a sonogram yesterday and got lots of images of Baby Girl Condellberry, including one where she’s totally smiling and looks just like her big bother in profile. You know, if her big brother were a black-and-white x-ray image. She’s also been kicking a lot in the last week, which is such a cool sensation, and one I am trying to soak up as this will be my last pregnancy and my last time experiencing it. I also started a new book that I’m really enjoying so far. (It took me two weeks to choose a book because I was so anxious about picking something I wouldn’t like, so I’m relieved I seemed to have chosen well this time. It’s a memoir written by a woman who, it turns out, was born the day before I was, in Mexico, and about her tumultuous childhood after parents left her and her young siblings to flee to the United States). And this morning, at the coffee shop I was working at while Jackson was in school, Ethan Hawke totally sat at the table next to me, and, OMG, I’m such a fan that, even though I’ve gotten used to celeb sightings (eventually, if you live in NYC long enough, at some point you see everyone who is or ever was famous), I was totally freaking out (on the inside, I mean. On the outside, I was totally, like, “Whatever, no big deal, carry on.”)*. And now it’s just about time for me to go pick up Jackson and we’re going to head to a Friday matinee of Paddington, which will be his first ever full-feature movie theater experience. (We took him to a film fest a few weeks ago where he saw a collection of shorts, but none was longer than 15 minutes or so). He has requested lollipops and popcorn during the movie, which I think I can oblige.
Also, February ends tomorrow and then we’re in March and that means Spring is coming, spring is coming, SPRING IS COMING. And maybe I’m jumping the gun a little — after all, it will probably be a couple more months before temps hit 80 around here — but I’ve totally got my eyes on these. Ooh, and these! And, God, can I just say how happy I am that I will be big-pregnant in the spring and summer instead of the winter? These last two weeks since I started rapidly gaining weight — and I mean RAPIDLY; for 17 weeks, I gained one pound, and then all of a sudden, I blinked and I packed on 8 or 9 pounds — it’s been a challenge to pull on my boots or zip up my winter coat. (I figure I have about two more weeks that I will actually be able to zip it up at all, so spring really needs to hurry and get here because I am not going to buy a maternity coat that I’ll just wear for a few days). I’m ready for the ease of sandals and flowy dresses and all good things that warmer months bring, except boob sweat and smelly garbage. Oh, and air conditioner drippage on the sidewalk, gross.
Oh! By the way, I thought this forum thread posed an interesting topic for discussion. Have you ever had a really bad or awkward first kiss that led to a much better second kiss (or a great relationship)?
Ok, that’s all. Happy weekend, everyone!
* So, Ethan Hawke is totally one of my favorite celeb sightings. I also got a thrill out of seeing the Rolling Stones stroll out of a movie theater on the UWS years ago. And when we still lived in Hell’s Kitchen, not too far from the Ed Sullivan theater where Letterman is taped, Drew and I got to see Obama drive away in his motorcade after taping an interview with Dave (and he looked out the window as he drove past and waved at us!). And my least favorite celeb sighting is Kate Hudson, who is a total bitch and basically represents everything that is wrong with celebrity culture. What about you? Any favorite or least favorite celeb sightings?
PS Yesterday was Johnny Cash’s birthday (or, as Jackson calls him, just “Cash”). Hence, the song.
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