full disclosure.

Before I was pregnant, I never watched television. If it wasn't for the news and the fact my father has a television show, I would have gladly lived a life without television. I didn't understand why or how people could get so sucked into the absolute stupidest drivel and I'd be that person at every social gathering: the one awkwardly biting on my straw and scanning the room in an attempt to avoid the conversation about pop culture that I had no remote idea about. I confirmed on many occasions that, yes, I was apparently living under a rock -- and that was totally fine with me. From college on, the only other television shows I'd bother watching would be old reruns from classic television: Happy Days, The Waltons, The Wonder Years, Roseanne -- yeah, I mean it when I say I had no idea about pop culture once the '90's ended.

Then I got pregnant. At first I was ordering shipments of books weekly from Amazon and the "do you live under a rock?" question was replaced (by my husband) with "haven't you heard of a library?" Then turning the pages become too much work. Once bedrest hit, all I really wanted to do was lay on the couch, ice my preeclamptic ankles and mope in my misery. Which I did. While watching Bravo for a sickening amount of hours a day. Suddenly I got sucked into The Real Housewives. It was a cruel, mindnumbing addiction that I couldn't break.

...Suddenly I was no longer that person who would ask "what's a Nene?" at a social gathering. (Excuse me while I hang my head in shame.)

I'm (obviously) no longer pregnant or on bedrest, but the lingering addiction of the Housewives has stuck. My DVR recording settings are completely embarrassing but that's okay, because I'm admitting it: the Housewives have sadly become my guiltiest of guilty pleasures. (Yes, I am still hanging my head in shame.)

That said, it made full sense for Ethan and I to stand in a line for an hour to meet Kyle of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills fame. I was owning up to the fact I had even bought her book to have her sign but I wasn't ready for the news cameras that we had to keep dodging. I thought of how I would rather eat my eyeballs than be caught on camera in line -- in the heart of Boca -- waiting to meet one of the Housewives. Ethan slept through our trek through the line. He woke up just as we were rolling on up to the red carpet to meet Kyle. I'm fairly certain even he was giving me the side-eye.

I was caught even more off guard when Kyle was incredibly sweet and insisted on Ethan being in the picture even though the boutique staff were being huffy about the apparently impossible maneuvering of his stroller to be placed next to Kyle. But since she was so incredibly nice to my son, I'm guessing I can admit it all here...I am totally, totally addicted to the Housewives. And Kyle is actually really, really cool.

(And Ethan totally loved Kyle's hair. I'm just thankful she wasn't close enough for him to start yanking it.)