Former (?) pop star Lily Allen has finally done it: she had a baby girl! (The father is Allen’s husband, London-based painter Sam Cooper.)
And some serious congratulations are in order, here. I don’t know if you remember all the crises Lily Allen has somehow lived through—celebrity gossip is a fickle mistress with a short memory—but there was a distinct phase of her stardom where she was out-Winehousing Amy Winehouse. It was actually kind of tough to keep the two straight for a minute there.
But once Allen domesticated herself—she has always been really open about wanting to get into a “family way”—she suffered, count ’em, two miscarriages, all by the ripe old age of 25. And while I want to keep this blog light and airy, I can’t be too cavalier: for a woman who has issues with getting pregnant, a miscarriage is one hell of a way to have a dream deferred. Poor Lily.
But all’s well that ends well! In Lily’s own words, “Totes amaze.”
I am soooo happy for her!
Yay!
Finally! And congratz to Lily! She’s awesome and deserved it for quite a while.
I’m glad she had a girl too. She’s had a pretty hard road.
I’m glad things are looking up for her.
I don’t know anything about her except what I have read in gossip blogs. But even with that, I still felt for her and I’m happy hearing this news.