I heard on Leno last night that women who have between 1 and 14 drinks a week are more likely to get pregnant...just less likely to know who the father is.

I've never been serene, but rather dervishy with my pregnancies. I have two daughters already, 13 and 9, who gave me picture perfect pregnancies, until about the seventh month when I exploded, and both had to be taken early because of their size. They were healthy and perfect, nonetheless.

We are considering names from Irish mythology and history. We're also considering family names, as his mom's maiden name was Brennen. He will not be a William or Willie, as it bodes ill. The child will not have Joe, Bob, Ray, Lee, Lynn, or Wayne anywhere near its name. As our last name is Riccarde, it will not be a Ricky or a Rikki.

I knew a Bubba Sue once.

No strange cravings yet, but I did eat a whole bowl of pickles, oloves and peppers the other night. That doesn't count, does it?

Hey, does anyone wanna send me their pegnancy/delivery horror stories? Any advice? I'm having this child with a midwife, and I've got to admit that I'm old enough that it's scary.