My brush with fame

My friend Juli works in the film industry in Toronto and has brushes with fame all the time. As does my friend Kirsten who lives in Park City, UT and frequently finds herself dining beside the likes of Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick. Living in Salt Lake City, I don't have too many star sightings, well, except during the Sundance Film Festival. Whenever I do see or meet a star, I kind of lose all composure and probably look like an insane person. Although I do feel like I held it together pretty well when I met the hottest man in the world (aside from Christian), David Beckham. But last night I went back to my old ways and probably scared this "star."

The person I'm referring to is Heather B. Armstrong, a name many of you will not recognize. But if you are a loyal reader of dooce.com, her daily blog, you will immediately know who I'm talking about. She lives here in good ol' SLC and my friend Marci informed me yesterday that she was doing a book signing at a book shop not too far away. I hadn't read Dooce's blog yesterday or the day before so I didn't know, but when Marci told me, I thought I should go and meet her. I should include a disclaimer for some of you. If you live in the Bible Belt or are very sensitive to naughty words and discussions about things a lot of people consider private, then don't check out her blog. But if you are like me and think there is no subject that is off-limits for discussing, then check it out. Anyway, back to meeting Dooce.

Christian came into the store with me but it was so crowded he immediately left and waited in the car. So I stood in line by myself and kept peeking around people to see her. She kept looking up and smiling at me, but it was more of an "okay, I can spot a weirdo in a crowd and apparently I've got one coming up any minute now" smile, like she sort of feared for her life. I think I had the stalker look to me. When it was my turn, she politely asked me when I'm due and we had a lovely chat about Pat and Pat's due date and the consumption of alcohol during pregnancy. She told me her thoughts on it and made me promise I wouldn't publish them so I can't, but let's just say I had a glass of wine after talking with her last night. She's really funny in person, just like how she writes. And she'd been drinking a lot of wine so her southern accent kept coming out. And her eyes were REALLY dilated, so not sure if she was on anything else, but regardless, she was really friendly and I sort of have a girl crush on her now.

Here she is writing in my friend Marci's copy of one of her books (oh, I failed to mention above she's written a couple of books).

And here we are. Best Friends Forever! She's really tall. So is her husband. Their daughters are going to be HUGE! It kind of looks like she's cupping my huge boobs, doesn't it?

So I try to get people to do the Charlie's Angels pose with me whenever possible and I actually got her to do it. Her husband got some of us doing it too so maybe I'll make an appearance on her website, or book cover, or calendar. A girl can dream. 

And here's what she wrote in the book I had her sign. "Ya'll are gonna have fun!". So very true.

Week 36! The girls in my mothers group told me this morning that I'm going to get bigger in the next 4 weeks. I really hadn't planned for that. No really, I hadn't. I thought this was the biggest I was going to get.  But hey, the bigger my stomach gets the smaller my butt looks (at least to Christian and me).

Here's one dead on. Didn't feel like including my goofy face.

And finally, a shot of one of the pins my friend Beckie gave me at the shower. REFRESHING NEW BABY SMELL. Can't wait!