Carnie Wilson Is Knocked Up Again
Every time I see Carnie Wilson’s name, I immediately think of carne asada for some reason. Mmm…carne asada. Anyway, Carne Asada Wilson lost 50 pounds this year, but she’s probably going to become a mega BBW again now that there’s a hungry baby living in her body.
Carnie told OK! Magazine that she’s expecting her second kid with husband Rob Bonfiglio in June. Yeah, she’s like 2-months pregnant and already blabbing about it. She’s also so excited that she can’t keep her lips shut and offered up more information about how she found out, etc….
On how she found out: “I was making dinner, and I took a home-pregnancy test.” Honey! We’re having pork chops and pregnant piss for supper!
On how she told her husband: “I taped the pregnancy test to the front door and drew a picture of little stick figures of Daddy, Mommy, Lola and then a little tiny one.” Honey! Why does the front door have piss on it?
On why she knew she was going to get pregnant after losing the weight: “I did, actually. We had sex before, during and after ovulation. I was really keeping track of it, and it worked. Also, my body is so healthy now. I think we might have conceived to “She’s Leaving Home” by The Beatles!” Damn! Don’t hold anything back Carnie. Tell me what kind of shapes your sex juices made on the sheets.
On twins: “I can’t stop thinking about twins! My sister had twins; my grandmother was a twin and my grandmother’s aunt had twins. I had my first ultrasound and we only saw one sac, but it’s not confirmed that it’s not two because one could be hiding in back of the other.”
This obviously means she’s having twins. TWINS = Even More BABIES!!!! You know she got knocked up so she can go back to eating gallons of ice cream and cheese fries at midnight again. Shit, that’s a really good reason to get pregnant. And didn’t she have gastric bypass? I guess that band busted a long time ago.
Since we’re sort-of on the subject of Wilson Phillips, where the hell is Wendy?! She was always my favorite, because they always pushed her to the side like a side of broccoli without the mayo. She was the original basement baby.