Posts tagged giuliana rancic
Posts tagged giuliana rancic
In case you thought otherwise, you can stop being concerned that you wouldn’t be able to bear witness to the Rancic Miracle. Giuliana and Bill will be broadcasting their son’s birth on their cable show. Says Giuliana:
“This is our sixth season and people have followed our story for years. To have people praying for you and supporting you and wanting the best for you and wanting you to have this baby so badly, and then to say, ‘Thanks for all your prayers, thanks for your support, we’re not showing the baby.’ That’s wrong.”
Yes, little Duke. You’re already something your mom owes to her viewers. I hope you have some good tricks up your sleeve, because these people have been waiting for six years for you to entertain them.
Feeling outdone by Snooki, the Rancics raced to publish the first photos of their son Edward “Duke,” pictured here on day eleven of his life. No baby has ever looked cute or happy to be there before the age of three weeks.
Also, is Duke going to have to live up to the title “Miracle Baby” for the rest of his life? I’m afraid that Giuliana has set unreachably high standards for him.
Giuliana and Bill Rancic’s baby was born last night. His name is Edward Duke Rancic, he was named after Bill’s father (or possibly Giuliana’s favorite Twilight character — you never know), and I’m already bored.
In case you missed it (and how could you?), Bill and Giuliana Rancic are expecting a boy. At a party for 100 of their closest friends (and, of course, the media), they cracked open a box with a bunch of blue balloons, revealing that they are expecting a child of the lamer variety.
Yay, yay, everyone is happy for you. We get it.
But FYI, no one cares as much as you think everyone cares. (There’s one person besides you guys celebrating in this picture, and she didn’t even stand up.)
Also, I hope you didn’t just let those balloons go, because that’s really bad for birds.
Mazel tov, Giuliana and Bill. Today, you get a pass. (They are expecting a baby via gestational surrogate, after years of trying, all chronicled in great detail by the Style Network, a channel I don’t even get.) No one doubts that your baby is wanted and loved, and everyone is really happy for you. Even me.
But I know you guys. In a few months, you’ll be trotting that baby onto the Today show to promote your dating show. You’ll be airing a two-hour Style Network special on the birth. You’ll be on the cover of OK! or InTouch “opening up,” as if you aren’t already television’s second-most prolific propagators of TMI, after the Kardashians.
And I will be ready.
