Authors: Lauren Weisberger
âAre you almost ready?' Max called from the living room, where Andy knew he was leisurely enjoying a bottle of root beer. She could picture him draped across the couch in his dark European-cut suit and expensive Italian loafers, sipping his drink and idly checking his iPhone. His hair was newly trimmed and his face freshly shaven, and he would smell of shampoo and minty aftershave and, inexplicably, of chocolate. He would be excited for the party, eager to get there and begin making the rounds of people he knew and liked. Perhaps his foot would be tapping impatiently. Meanwhile, down the hall, Clementine was being fed by Isla, the twenty-two-year-old Australian babysitter Andy had hired based on a recommendation from the mommy group and a Google background check. In other words, a complete stranger.
The doorbell rang. For a moment she thought it was the television, but when Stanley started barking and a quick glance at the baby monitor showed Clem and Isla snuggled together on the glider, she figured it was a food delivery of some sort. For Isla, probably. The landline rang and Andy grabbed it.
âIt's okay to send them up,' she said hurriedly into the phone.
âOh, Andrea? Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that'
A shrill voice from inside Andy's foyer interrupted the doorman. âHello! Anyone home? Hello â¦'
âMrs Harrison is on her way up. She said you were expecting her.'
âYes, of course. Thank you,' Andy said, glancing down at her own nakedness. She heard Max greeting his mother in the hallway outside the bedroom. A moment later, his head popped in the door. âHey, so my mom's here,' he said, almost like a question. âShe was invited to a gallery opening tonight and it's just around the corner. She thought she'd stop in and say hello to the baby.'
Andy stared at him, noting his sheepish smile. âSeriously?'
I need your mother like I need two broken legs right now,
Andy thought.
âSorry, baby. She was literally around the corner. And she's got some other event uptown that starts in like thirty minutes, so it really is just a quick hello. I thought we could all have a drink together before both parties.'
âI'm not even dressed, Max,' Andy said, waving to the tangle of towels, black dresses, and support undergarments on their bed.
âDon't worry about it, she's here to see Clem. Take your time, I'll pour you some champagne. Come out whenever you're ready.'
She wanted to scream at her husband for not consulting with her on this most unwelcome surprise, but instead she just nodded and motioned for him to close the door. She could hear Max introduce Barbara to Isla â âOh, Australia, you say? What an
interesting
place' â and then their voices faded as they headed toward the living room. Andy turned her attention to a pair of nonmaternity Spanx shorts, size small. She worked them inch by inch over her thighs, and they resisted every step of the way. Clearing the widest part of her leg was cause for celebration, but it was short-lived: she had to focus on getting them over her butt and stomach. They dug and pinched up and down her entire lower body, and by the time she had finally yanked them into place, beads of perspiration ran uncomfortably down her back and between her breasts. Her hair, professionally blown out for the first time since Clementine's birth, now stuck to her face and neck. Grabbing a magazine to fan herself and clad only in nude-
colored
, too-tight shaper shorts and a heavy-duty nursing bra, her body spilling out of both, Andy started to laugh. If this wasn't sexy, she didn't know what was.
Her cell phone rang from the nightstand. She rolled like a greased piglet across the bed and grabbed it.
âBad time,' she said automatically, the way you could only do when you were a new mother.
âI'm just calling to wish you good luck tonight.' Jill's voice was warm and familiar, and immediately Andy felt herself calm ever so slightly.
âGood luck being a postpartum, leaking, lactating, overweight cow among a sea of gorgeous people, or good luck leaving my baby girl with a stranger I essentially found on the Internet?'
âBoth!' Jill said brightly.
âHow am I going to do this?' Andy moaned, acutely aware she was already late.
âSame way everyone else does: wear all black, check your cell phone every four to five seconds, and drink as heavily as the situation will allow.'
âGood advice. Drink, check. Cell phone, check. Now I just need to cram my ass into the long-sleeved black dress. Remember, with the cutout in back? The one I used to wear all the time pre-baby?'
Jill laughed. Not nicely. âYou're barely four months out, Andy. Don't expect a miracle.'
Andy stared at the dress laid out next to her on the bed.
Depending
on whether she was a four or a six, it either looked elegantly fitted or sexily curve-hugging, and depending on accessories, it was perfect for everything from a quick drinks date to a ballroom wedding. Tonight, however, it looked better suited for a doll, or maybe a tween.
âIt's not going to happen, is it?' she asked, her voice a near whisper.
âProbably not. But who cares? You'll be back into it in another couple months, what's the difference?'
âThe difference is I don't have anything to wear!' Andy didn't want to sound hysterical, but her sweating had increased and the clock was ticking. Dress-wise, there was no Plan B.
âOf course you do,' Jill said, her tone the same one she used with Jonah when he was being particularly petulant. âThat black dress, with the three-quarter-length sleeves? That you wore to Grandma's brunch in March?'
âThat's maternity!' Andy wailed. âNot to mention it was appropriate for an eighty-nine-year-old's birthday party.'
âThink of how much thinner you'll look in it now.'
Andy sighed. âI've got to run. Sorry I can't ask anything about your life right now. Plus Barbara's here to visit Clementine. I swear it's on purpose, the one night I cannot afford to get upset because I'm already a wreck' Andy stopped herself. âIs everything okay with you?'
âEverything's fine. Get rid of Barbara, and go have fun. It's your first night out in ages, not to mention a hugely exciting professional night, and you deserve it.'
âThanks.'
âBut remember â keep drinking.'
âGot it. Black, phone, booze. Good-bye.' She hung up and smiled at the phone. She missed her sister desperately sometimes, especially on nights like these.
Max appeared in the doorway. âYou're still not dressed? Andy, what's wrong?'
Andy grabbed a damp towel from the floor and held it up to her chest. âDon't look at me!'
Max walked over and stroked her sweaty hair. âWhat's going on with you? I see you naked every day.'
When Andy didn't say anything, Max pointed to the dress beside her. âThat one looks too corporate,' he said kindly, although Andy knew he must have overheard at least part of her conversation and probably said
corporate
when he meant
small
. He opened her closet and rifled through her dress section. He pulled the exact same dress Jill had suggested. âHere,' he said, holding it aloft. âI always love you in this one.'
Andy sniffled, close to tears, and clutched the towel closer.
Max removed the hanger and laid the dress on the bed. âWhy don't you put this on and touch up your makeup? The car's waiting for us downstairs, but it's early. Come say a quick hello to my mother, and we'll be off.'
âSounds great,' Andy mumbled as Max dabbed the tiniest bit of shaping mold into his hair and adjusted an imperceptible flyaway. She put on the maternity dress. Jill and Max were right, it was the only possible choice, and it didn't look terrible. Sleek? No. Sexy? No. But it contained her gigantic nursing bra and covered her jiggly tummy and concealed her not-quite-back-to-
normal
bum, and honestly, that was more than she could have hoped for. She paired it with super-sheer stockings, the kind with the seam up the back, and a pair of stacked three-and-a-half-inch Chloé heels that had hurt a decent amount pre-baby and now made her feet feel like they were wedged into Chinese binding slippers. Ignoring the dull ache in her calves that would surely become shooting pains before the night's end, Andy slicked on a new rich red lipstick she'd purchased for the occasion, smoothed her blowout as best she could, and thrust her shoulders back. Was she her pre-baby self? Not exactly. But, at least for someone who had just birthed a child, she wasn't half-bad.
Max whistled appreciatively from behind her as he checked her out in the mirror. âThat is one hot mama,' he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
For a moment she let him touch her jiggly belly, saying, âThese little rolls here turn you on, don't they? Come on, just admit it.'
Max laughed. âYou look fantastic.' He reached out and lightly cupped a breast. âThese are a dream.'
Andy smiled. âThe rack alone is almost worth it, isn't it?'
âThat and the kid. Between the boobs and the baby, I'm fully on board.' He led her into the hallway, helped her on with her silk wrap, and squeezed her hand tightly when Isla emerged from the nursery holding a heavy-lidded Clementine. Barbara trailed behind her, looking absolutely fabulous in a tailored sheath dress with a coordinating blazer and nude patent pumps.
âHello, Barbara,' Andy said, suddenly feeling like a towering, graceless tank next to her coiffed and elegant mother-in-law. âHow lovely of you to stop by.'
âYes, dear, well I hope it's not an intrusion, but I realize it's been weeks since I've seen my granddaughter, and I was in the neighborhood â¦'
Barbara paused and glanced around the hallway. âDid you do something different here? Is that painting new? Or perhaps that mirror? What a relief! I have to say, I never did like that ⦠that
collage
you chose to display so prominently.'
âMother, that “collage” was a mixed-media piece from a very hot new artist whose work has been displayed all over Europe,' Max said. âAndy and I found it together in Amsterdam, and we love it.'
âMmm, well, you know what they say! There's no accounting for taste, is there?' Barbara trilled.
Max shot Andy an apologetic look. Andy shrugged in response. They'd been married for a year, and while she'd hardly forgotten about the letter Barbara had written to her son about his choice of wife and wasn't exactly
used
to her â she didn't think she'd ever be â Andy was no longer surprised by her either.
In the living room, Barbara perched on the edge of an armchair as though it was teeming with bedbugs.
Andy couldn't resist. âOh, Max, remind me to call the exterminator first thing Monday morning. He hasn't been here in
forever.
We're overdue.'
Max looked at her questioningly. Barbara leaped to her feet. Andy tried not to laugh.
âHow did she do on her bottle?' Andy asked Isla, wanting nothing more than to grab her daughter from this stranger's arms.
âGreat, she drank all five ounces. I changed her dirty nappy, and I'm going to put her down now. She wanted to say good night to her mama first.'
âOh, come here, my love,' Andy said, relieved at the chance to hold Clementine one last time without appearing as psychotic as she actually felt. For this, she was already grateful to Isla. âYou be good for your new babysitter, okay?' Andy kissed her daughter's chunky cheeks once, twice, three times before handing her back.
Isla settled Clementine comfortably on her shoulder and nodded. âI'll read her
Goodnight Moon
now and rock her to sleep. Then'
âDon't forget to put her in her sleep sack,' Andy interrupted.
Max squeezed her hand again.
âWhat?' She looked at him. âIt's important.'
Isla rushed on. âOf course. Put her in her sleep sack, read
Goodnight Moon,
rock her to sleep. Dim the lights without making it completely dark and put on the white-noise machine. She will probably wake up around nine thirty or ten to eat again, but even if she doesn't, I should dream-feed her the four-ounce bottle in the fridge, right?'
Andy nodded. âIf you can't remember how to use the bottle warmer, just put it in a mug of hot water for a few minutes. But please remember to test the temperature before you give it to her.'
âOkay, Andy, it sounds like everything's great here,' Max said, kissing Clem on the forehead. âCome, sit for a minute and visit and then we'll head out.'
âYou have both our cell numbers, just in case? And the sheet on the counter with all the emergency contact numbers? My mother's in Texas right now so she won't be much help â¦' She glanced at Barbara, who was intently reading something. âBetter yet, just call 911 as fast as'
âI promise I'll take wonderful care of her,' Isla said with a quiet, reassuring smile that nonetheless made Andy wish she had a nanny cam.
Andy stopped, frozen, wondering how this had happened. She'd sworn every which way that she would be the cool mom, the relaxed one, the mom who didn't freak out over germs or babysitters or organic everything. The one who could go with the flow and not go crazy. But one look at the tiny, vulnerable being who was entirely dependent on her for everything had changed all that. Andy had only left Clementine with her mother or, once, out of sheer desperation, with Max's sister, and that was only when she had doctor's appointments and didn't want to subject Clem to the filthy waiting rooms. She'd returned all the sleepers and onesies they received as baby gifts unless she could confirm, beyond a doubt, that none contained poisonous flame-retardant fabric; also returned were all plastic baby toys that read âMade in China' or could not be proven BPA, PVC, and phthalate free. Against every promise she'd made herself, her husband, and anyone who would listen, Andy moved heaven and earth to stick to Clem's schedule, a carefully choreographed routine of feedings, naps, playtime, and walks that was prioritized over everyone and everything. It wasn't like she wanted to be the lunatic helicopter mother, but she felt helpless to control it.