To begin, I watched Ricki Lake's eye-opening documentary "The Business of Being Born" on instant Netflix and then posted this to Twitter:
The next morning, here's the long view of my update:
Wait!! What's that there at the bottom??
It couldn't possibly be that Ricki Lake, THE Ricki Lake, as in, "Hi my name is Jessie Sweet, I'm 11 years old and I watch the Ricki Lake Show when my parents aren't home" reposted MY update for all 45,688 of her followers to see.
Awesome. This is even better than when Cesar Millan, or at least his assistant, reminded me to stay calm and assertive. And I thought NOTHING would ever top THAT.
In conclusion, because it's bound to come up, NO. I'm not pregnant. Can't a girl just watch a movie on the maternity care industry without raising all sorts of suspicions??