Work was both a stressor and a savior. “I was so overwhelmed with work. Part of me was like, This is the worst thing ever. Then part of me was like, This is actually a great distraction. Because I’m not sitting there all day long in my house going, If I pick up this pot to make pasta, is something bad going to happen? If I eat this pasta, is something bad going to happen?”
She looks back up. “What was the question again?”
By the time this comes out, Daddario and her husband will be out on the East End of Long Island, where her family has been going since she was a kid. I tell her I hope a tabloid or a gossip account doesn’t scoop us between now and then. She goes back to making self-deprecating jokes: “Or someone’s trying to take a photo of J.Lo in the Hamptons, and I’m in the background, and they’re like, ‘I think it’s that girl from The White Lotus, and she looks pregnant,’ then the Daily Mail picks it up.”
The baggy, stomach-hiding shirts aren’t coming with her. She’s picked up a bunch of cute dresses from Reformation and Goop, and she’s splurging on some pieces from Dior that she can wear afterward. “I’m finally embracing it,” Daddario says. “I can show it off.” It feels like she’s talking about something bigger than her bump.
Photographed by Heather Sten; Styled by Emma Morrison