FP: ... definitely very ’50s sitcom ...
KP: Except that I told him at the airport at baggage claim. I couldn’t help it. And he started crying at the airport. It was great. He really is the best man in the whole world.
FP: What about this time?
KP: He was away shooting Battlefield Earth. So when he was due home, I wrapped up the little EPT test — you know, the pee-on-the-stick thing — like it was a present. He opened it up and thought it was something to test the water. So I had to just tell him.
FP: All right, let’s get down to it. Are you enjoying your temporary set of giant boobs?
KP: I gotta say, my husband lo-o-oooves it when I’m pregnant. He’s like, “Wow! How long do we get these? Do we have to give them back?”
FP: What about exercise? This is, after all, Fit Pregnancy ...
KP: ... How fit am I?
FP: You got it, darlin’.
KP: I’ve been doing yoga a couple of days a week, and I also try to get on the treadmill. I’m having a daughter, by the way. But you can’t tell anyone.
FP: Our lips are sealed.
[A pleasant male voice calls from the other room.]
KP: Oops, Johnny’s waiting. We’re due at my OB-GYN appointment. Gotta go!