Baby Laughs
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Correct ISBN: 052594883x
Jenny McCarthy rocks! This book is simply hilarious and downright gross -- I found myself reading instead of sleeping. She keeps it real and tells it like it is. Boy, am I proud to be a child-free woman.
Jenny McCarthy on . . .
Baby Poop: There is nothing in this world like baby poop. The aroma, the ability to defy gravity, the texture, and my favorite . . . the color.
Circumcision: When I saw my son’s uncircumcised penis for the first time, I thought it looked kind of like a wrinkled french fry. But I wanted him to have a pretty penis. Right now my husband is standing over my shoulder reading this, shouting, “Stop calling it a pretty penis! Call it a battle sword or something!”
Losing the Weight: Great, now I had no excuse. I could no longer get away with, “I’m not fat, I’m pregnant.” It was time to face a woman’s ugliest reality: looking at her fat. The day I decided to really look in the mirror will unfortunately be burned into the back of my head for the rest of my life. I just wish once in a man’s lifetime he could experience what a woman has to go through to give birth. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I realized I hadn’t looked at my ass yet!
Jenny McCarthy rocks! This book is simply hilarious and downright gross -- I found myself reading instead of sleeping. She keeps it real and tells it like it is. Boy, am I proud to be a child-free woman.
Jenny McCarthy on . . .
Baby Poop: There is nothing in this world like baby poop. The aroma, the ability to defy gravity, the texture, and my favorite . . . the color.
Circumcision: When I saw my son’s uncircumcised penis for the first time, I thought it looked kind of like a wrinkled french fry. But I wanted him to have a pretty penis. Right now my husband is standing over my shoulder reading this, shouting, “Stop calling it a pretty penis! Call it a battle sword or something!”
Losing the Weight: Great, now I had no excuse. I could no longer get away with, “I’m not fat, I’m pregnant.” It was time to face a woman’s ugliest reality: looking at her fat. The day I decided to really look in the mirror will unfortunately be burned into the back of my head for the rest of my life. I just wish once in a man’s lifetime he could experience what a woman has to go through to give birth. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I realized I hadn’t looked at my ass yet!
Journal Entry 2 by Tammychi at Controlled Release in -- Mail or by hand-rings, RABCK, meetings, Hawaii USA on Thursday, September 7, 2006
Journal Entry 4 by Tammychi at Fellow Bookcrosser in Honolulu, Hawaii -- Controlled Releases on Wednesday, May 23, 2007