Looks like the time has come for Ashley Graham to put away her silky drawers and bust out some nice, roomy industrial cotton pannies because she’s having a baby. The slightly more recognizable other “who” from Rita Ora’s season of America’s Next Top Model and Sports Illustrated swimsuit model made the announcement on Instagram alongside her husband of nine years, director Justin Ervin. I guess all that fight-fucking paid off! One of Justin’s sperm successfully fertilized one of her eggs, and that folks, is how babby is formed. Don’t let anybody ever tell you different.
Here’s Ashley and Justin’s Insta-nouncement. This is both Justin and Ashley’s first child. The announcement conveniently coincided with the occasion of their 9th anniversary.
According to Women’s Health Magazine, Ashley and Justin claim to have waited until marriage to have sex because “for Justin, abstinence was a firm commitment to his faith.” Additionally:
Justin lives in L.A., where he works, while Ashley is based out of NYC. Sure, it’s unconventional, but Ashley says it suits them. “We have a rule. We don’t go longer than two weeks without seeing each other,” she told ET. “It’s absolutely fabulous. I love it. We just meet in L.A. or New York. We meet in Paris, Miami. It’s pretty sexy.”
Eat your heart out, Brad Falchuk! Justin also shared the news on his Instagram page.
According to Vogue, Ashley and Justin were just vacationing on Italy’s Amalfi coast, so that spire you see in the background is not Sleeping Beauty’s Castle at Disneyland. We’re not dealing with some basic bitches here, ok? It’s probably Sleeping Beauty’s Castle at Disneyland Paris. Ashley also shared this picture of her burgeoning bump from their Italian vacation.
— Vogue Runway (@VogueRunway) August 14, 2019
You know, I went on vacation in Italy too and came back with a belly bump. But instead of being filled with a millions of quickly multiplying fetal cells, my belly was filled with quickly multiplying fat cells. I guess I should have taken those sperm vaginally instead of orally (and sure, facially) and laid off the pasta, because more than 9 months have passed, and I’m still not over the moon.