The past few months have been like walking around with a big secret… made even more confusing as I’ve, thankfully, had an easy pregnancy so far and often don’t feel—I even forget—that I am pregnant. But at the same time, because of my age, I’m at an “at-risk” lady, needing to pay special attention to how things are developing. So I’ve been guarding the news and biding my time. But now that we’ve cleared a bunch of genetic tests, now that my belly is beginning to pop (egads), and as I continue to share details here like what I eat, I feel compelled to share it all.
I’m taking a pretty low-key approach to the pregnancy, which coincides with my OB’s style. That is, I’m still exercising and working; I have a little wine from time to time; I Velib'd in Paris and danced at my friend’s wedding. In other words, I’m pretty much living how I did before getting pregnant. If my doctor tells me to cut out sugar because gestational diabetes is a threat, or that I need to eat meat to get more iron, I will. But for now, all is well. Despite my predilection for sweets, I’m a healthy eater. I’m being low-key, but not ignorant. That includes being vegan one day a week.
So there you have it! Crazy, n’est-ce pas? It was a little over five years ago that I went to Paris. Three years ago that I came home to New York. Two and a half years ago that I met Andrew. And now here I am: engaged, living in Brooklyn, pregnant. I said it in my book and I’ll say it again: You just never know where life is going to take you.