I did something the other day that most people are deathly afraid of doing. I asked a woman who wasn’t pregnant when she was due.
In my defense, she had been pregnant a couple of weeks prior to me asking; it’s just she had already spit the kid out. Minor details, really (I kid). As she explained this to me, I probably died a thousand times. I’m glad I had something to focus on (carrying Z’s car seat to the car) or I probably would’ve nervously hiccuped/sputtered/stammered myself into a fit.
It was pretty painful.
In other news, Andy and I went and saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (ah…Rupert Grint) on Sunday. I really enjoyed it; it was quite a bit darker than the other HP films (and who does gloom and doom better than Helena Bonham Carter?). Harry’s moody, having nightmares, pushing away his friends. Kissing girls for longer than a minute. Tugs at the heartstrings, it does. I loved the inklings of a crush between Ron and Hermione, I’m going to admit right now that I look forward to the next installment for mostly that reason. Man, those kids are growing like weeds, especially the kid that plays Neville. They’re also getting richer. $14 mil to play Harry Potter? I suppose I can justify that more than Macaulay Culkin getting millions to slap his pasty hands on his cheeks and yell (poorly).