Jenny McCarthy gives her unvarnished take on pregnancy.
Since appearing as a Playboy centerfold, Jenny McCarthy, 29, has had many successes. She's co-hosted MTV's Singled Out, starred in her own sitcom on NBC and has a new ABC show in the works. She was also the co-host of the American Music Awards in January. We caught up with McCarthy at home in Los Angeles when she was almost eight months pregnant with her first baby. Fit Pregnancy: OK, how much weight have you gained? Jenny McCarthy: My usual weight is 125. Now I'm zeroing in on 160 with two months to go. I stress about it because I live in this town where looks are so important. But I can't help my food cravings. I'm an eater.
What are the main cravings? French fries. Chocolate. I make a batch of Duncan Hines brownies every night. I eat half, and my husband [actor/director John Asher] eats half. On a bad night, I eat it all.
Did you have morning sickness? Yes! During the first trimester I was queasy all the time. I couldn't grocery shop without a surgical mask because when I'd walk past the deli counter, the meat would just kill me! And I was really hormonal. I probably threw three remote controls at my husband! Part of the problem was that I had to quit cigarettes, and I'd been smoking since I was, like, 11. How'd you do it? In the past, I'd tried hypnotism and the patch, but nothing worked. But I was not going to put a cigarette in my baby's mouth. So I rented a hotel room, locked myself in for a week, ordered in room service and watched Pay-Per-View movies until I got through the withdrawal.
What set off your remote control-throwing episodes? Anything. He turned right instead of left. When I watched Moulin Rouge, I spent 21¼2 hours sobbing on the floor.
What are you doing to keep fit? Other than sobbing. I do four days a week of treadmill or power walking, two days of free weights. I can't control my eating, but I can control getting my butt out of bed and exercising.
You didn't announce that you were pregnant until after you hosted the American Music Awards. Why? I was afraid they might either make me sit down all the time, or cancel. As it turned out, I got all these phone calls the next day saying "You are sooooo pregnant." Even Howard Stern announced it on his show the next day. He said, "She's got pregnant boobs."
Tell us about your upcoming series. It's called Honey Vicarro and is an update of the '60s show called Honey West about a female private investigator. Sort of Austin Powers meets The Mod Squad.
You're having a boy. Are you nervous about your son one day finding out that his mommy was a Playboy centerfold? I'm completely weirded out by the thought! I guess I could break it to him when he's 18, but by that time, he'll probably have figured it out.
Do you have any whacked-out fears about being a mother? It's more about the delivery. I have a huge fear of poo-ing on the table. I've asked 15 women and they all say, "Oh, yeah. I did that." OK, so why does no one talk about this issue?
It's the missing chapter in What to Expect When You're Expecting … Have you had any strange baby dreams? I want to meet my son so badly that I keep dreaming that I pull him out of my stomach, play with him, and then put him back. When I wake up, I feel super-happy, because it feels like I've played with my baby.
Are you worried about getting back into shape? To be honest, I'm worried about my vagina going back to normal. Does it just snap back, or what? I know the Kegel exercises are supposed to help, but I hate doing them. And of course I want the rest of my body back in shape because I still want my husband thinking I'm the world's cutest girl.
On the subject of bodies, you rather famously had your breast implants taken out not too long ago. Actually, I took them out and put smaller ones in—otherwise I would have had zucchinis. My doctor said, "Your boobs are going to be to your knees." Now that I'm pregnant, they're back to being the biggest jugs ever. I weighed them on a scale, and each was a little over 5 pounds. So that's 11 pounds just in my boobs.
You lifted your bathroom scale up on the counter? It was a food scale. But I had to know. They were so heavy and I was just crying having to carry them around the house!
Boobs, vaginas. We've covered the important topics. Honesty is important. Before the next baby, I'd love to do an honest, open book on pregnancy—with a chapter called "Poo-ing on the Table." I think women would love it!