having a baby
The R&B diva says she is pregnant.
According to the crew at Bossip, Mariah Carey has become impregnated with a baby by Nick Cannon. Bossip, rather than tracking down Honey, read the cover and inside of InTouch, which states the following:
Carey's focus is now family. While Cannon claims two kids are the goal, Carey says, "Of course, we'd be happy with one. I want to be able to manage the right amount of attention. We are so busy – if you have six kids running around, no one gets what they need. Kids need a lot of attention."
Whew. This "Is she? Isn't she?" … Read More
She's been an TV show host, an infomercial pitch gal, a Playmate, and an...
You may remember her as an infomercial host. Or from the pages of Playboy. Or you may remember her as THE MOST DOWLOADED WOMAN ON THE INTERNET. But now she wants you to remember her as the author that helped get you pregnant. Cindy’s new book Having a Baby… When the Old-Fashioned Way Isn’t Working is about her quest to get pregnant and how it could have been much easier.
She’s really a pioneer. Back when she was THE MOST DOWNLOADED WOMAN ON THE INTERNET that was all she was famous for. Sure, she was in Playboy. But so was … Read More
A single mom describes her path to motherhood.
I was ready for kids at age 28—and well aware that women's fertility starts to plummet at 35. When I saw my doctor that fateful year, she asked me if I wanted children. "Yes," I replied. "Definitely." With a stern look, she snapped, "Well, you're not getting any younger!"
Thanks for the news flash, I thought. What kind of idiot does she think I am?
I was a romantic, procrastinating idiot, to be exact. Despite my clear intellectual understanding of the issues involved, it took me until age 38 before I seriously started thinking about single motherhood, and even … Read More
He wants kids—just not yet. How to handle the question of when to start a family.
Riding home in a taxi at 9:30 on a Wednesday night, I knew I was in trouble when I heard a voicemail message from Emily saying she'd forgotten her keys and would be waiting for me at the Starbucks near our apartment. What I didn't know was how much trouble.
Sweeping into the coffee shop, I offered the breeziest of apologies. Emily was not charmed.
"I've been waiting here for two hours," she fumed.
"It's not my fault you forgot your keys," I retorted—reasonably enough, I thought.
On the walk home, I rolled out the excuses. … Read More
