My USWeekly is swimming with pregnant celebrities. Kate Hudson, Jewel, Alicia Silverstone, Selma Blair, Pink, Victoria Beckham, Jane Krakowski, Natalie Portman ----the list goes on and on.
With it being award season these famous pregnant women are parading red carpets nonstop. And it makes me love them. Even the ones like Mrs. Beckham, who always seemed like a plastic to me, and Kate Hudson, who seemed too dumb and self involved for me to tolerate, now fascinate me.
I love pregnant women. And I love babies.
This is great because, whatever is in the water, isn’t just available to celebrities. I have pregnant friends coming out of the woodwork. And all of them are just as gorgeous and fabulous as the aforementioned celebs. Maybe more so. And I am so excited to meet every one of their babies because babies are so much better than shoes, drugs or cats.
Being surrounded by pregnancies makes me remember how sweet my babies smelled. It reminds me of the days when Mac would lie in my bed and nap on my arm while I watched 90210 repeats on Soapnet. It makes me look at Charlie who at 3 is still the baby in our family and never want his little voice to change even if it means he’ll be a really weird adult. No one in your life will ever love you the way your baby will. I hope those celebrity moms don’t miss out on the wonderful, exhausting experience of taking care of a new baby by farming out all the hard hours to nannies. And I hope my pregnant friends, some of whom have older children or high powered jobs or both, are able to get a break from all the craziness to savor that new baby because they don’t stay babies for nearly long enough.
My babies are now wild and willful little boys and they wear me down even on good days but I never ever wish for them to grow up faster. And I never ever doubt that the time I have with them now isn’t something I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.
Even at 41, so far removed from my tween and teen years, I have a memory like a steal trap which enables me to recall how one day I thought my mom was perfect and the next I was completely mortified to be seen with her in the mall.
That day when Mac no longer wants to be seen with me is closer than I want to admit, so today when I can’t get anything done because he wants to be near his one and only Valentine every minute, I’ll take it. And I’ll hold onto this day in ten years when his Valentine is Kate or Fia or Alex or some other much younger girl and not me.
Today I have three extremely handsome Valentines fighting over me. And it’s a very good day.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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