Half way

It seems so long ago. My period was late, but it didn't really occur to me that I might be pregnant - I just assumed my cycle was off. I had to go to the mall to buy stockings for the AFI Awards that were next morning. There's a Target there, so I stopped by and picked up a test. By that time I was five days late. I went home, took the test, saw the two lines right away and went into complete shock. Brandon was excited. I didn't know what to think. I didn't have time to think, though - I had a red carpet to work the next morning! Talk about a distraction. It's hard to think about anything when George Clooney walks by (though, I must say, he didn't look terribly awesome). When the day was over I felt much calmer and, although still a bit overwhelmed, I was happy. Now it's 18 weeks later, I am 20 weeks pregnant and I couldn't be more excited. I'm also anxious, but it's my nature and it's warranted. I am bringing a new life into this world that Brandon and I are responsible for. Is there a more important, more challenging and more rewarding job than that?

By the way, I saw George again on the red carpet at the Leatherheads premiere and he looked much more handsome and dreamy.