FP: Gotten any peculiar baby gifts?
V: Nothing strange. But I got two baby joggers. They’re the best, but I don’t need two. And we also have a stroller and a tricycle. They’re all in our hallway. It looks awful.
FP: Possibly you could open a babies’ used-car lot. Speaking of joggers, how are you staying fit?
V: At first I did my normal workout: weights, plus I ran three or four miles in Central Park. In my third trimester, I decided to just swim. So now I swim three times a week. And chasing my daughter at the park is a workout. She’s always shouting, “Mommy! Come on! Come on!”
FP: And you say, “If Mommy moves any faster, she’s gonna deliver the baby right here on the merry-go-round.”
FP: What about food cravings?
V: Swedish chocolate, definitely. My mom’s been sending it to me. Also vinegar. Right now, I put vinegar on everything. Meat, fish, whatever.
FP: We’re talking balsamic here?
V: Balsamic. But no particular brand; I usually buy the bottle that looks the prettiest. Dumb but true. (Julia holds up her arm and hand, which she has now colored bright red. There is also red ink on the carpet.)
FP: We can recommend a good spot-remover …
V: Obviously I’m going to need it.
FP: What are your aversions?
V: Chicken. The look and the smell of it suddenly seemed horrible to me. (Loud crash) Now, naturally, I’m making dinner.
FP: Multitasking-R-Us. What’s for dinner?
V: Cheese tortellini and broccoli. I need something easy, because today has been a crazy day.
FP: What? You mean the Play-Doh, red ink and magazine interview?
V: Exactly. — Celeste Fremon