Zoe has had quite a week!

Yesterday we went to MoMa (The Museum of Modern Art), and Zoe had her first museum experience. Though I’ve tried to fight it, my endurance is just not what it was pre-Zoe-in-the-Belly, but I hear that walking is good for pregnant ladies (hey, that’s me!), so I’m pushing through.

Speaking of walking, we walked most of MoMa, and Zoe experienced (through Audio tour) her first masterpieces: Pollock, Picasso, Warhol, Lichtenstein, Van Gohh, Matisse, Klimt and more! The highlight was an incredible photography exhibit by Henri Cartier-Bresson (I love photography!), which was crowded but fabulous. It’s a really interesting experience to “look” pregnant and watch people’s reactions to noticing the belly.

In fact, we learned something (late) before going to MoMa when we were standing in line in Times Square at the infamous “discount Broadway Tickets” booth. They open at 10 am on Saturdays to sell same-day matinee tickets to Broadway shows, and when we got there at 9:30, there were already at least 100 people in line. When we had almost arrived at the front of the line 45 minutes later, one of the guys that was moving the line along noticed my belly and said “you didn’t have to stand in line”. Apparently pregnancy is considered a “medical condition”, and they would have let me move to the front of the line much earlier… Oops?

Don’t think we didn’t APPLY that learning when we arrived at the Broadway show that afternoon, where there were lines around both sides of the building just to get in. So I went straight to the door and a very nice doorman let us right in. Oh, and the show was great! We saw Promises, Promises, a Broadway revival show that one of our friends (Adam) helped produce and that’s doing really well on Broadway! It stars Kristin Chenoweth from Wicked & Glee and Sean Hayes from Will & Grace. It’s set in Manhattan in the 60s and has music by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, including “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again” performed with guitar accompaniment, which Bart particularly enjoyed.

Yes, my husband is really just an old hippie (if you’ve heard the song, you know what I mean).

So it’s been a long (but good!) week in NYC. Bart flew home today, and I’ll be headed back on Tuesday, after I attend the Webby Awards on Monday night. Expect a belly picture of me in a long, black dress… The Webbys are a fancy schmancy awards ceremony to recognize the best of the Internet and will be “creative black tie” dress and filled with celebrities (no joke). Wish me luck?!