With news this weekend that Kristin Cavallari and Jay Cutler are expecting a baby, the world rejoiced. That is until some remembered that just a few weeks prior, she'd been Tweeting about all of the margaritas she was slamming back with Mexican food in Chicago. Then some gasped in horror about the harm she could have inflicted on her unborn child.

Everyone can relax though, because it was just one big pregnant ploy on Kristin's part to throw people off so she could announce the news on her own terms. Yesterday, she tweeted: "I tweeted that I had margaritas a few weeks ago to throw ppl off cuz I had gotten a couple tweets about my pregnancy. I didn't really drink!"

Pregnancy is a game-changer. Not only does your life change forever, but your day-to-day becomes much different. One of the most stressful things can often be how hard pregnancy can be on the body. Sure you may be glowing, but those aches and pains, heartburn, and hemorrhoids are making you cranky. To top it all off, you can't just go taking a lot of medicine since many things aren't safe or the effects aren't really known when it comes to the baby inside your belly.

If you're planning on going a more natural or home-based route, or just want some easy pregnancy-safe OTC meds, I've got some suggestions approved by doctors.

There are women like Jessica Simpson who crave healthy fruits and vegetables while pregnant -- cantaloupe in Jess's case -- and make us roll our eyes and want to hand them a pizza covered with pickles. Then there are women, like Alison Brierley, who craves roadkill ... and makes us want to vomit.

Yes, we're talking real-life roadkill -- animals trying to make it across the road, only to have their journey cut short by a speeding vehicle. Deer, pheasants, foxes, and owls are all fair game (no pun intended) for the 42-year-old Brierley, who not only craves roadkill, but actually eats it. She told Metro UK that while she's usually a pretty healthy eater, it's these critters that feed her cravings while she's with child.

I've come to accept certain inevitable truths about pregnancy. You're bloated, like, 90 percent of the time. Your digestive system is completely out of whack, meaning you have to deal with all sorts of stomach-related unpleasantness that I'll spare you the details of for now (those who have never been with child, that is). You have this weird, painful, stretching sensation as you grow. You feel huge some days, especially after what you'd consider a normal-sized meal in non-pregnant times. Getting dressed in the morning becomes semi-traumatic. Your skin breaks out like it did when you were a pimply teenager. You get winded going up one flight of stairs like you will when you're 80. And some people are just rude enough to stare at your stomach but not offer you a seat on the train.

There is one symptom that's cropped up that I just can't live with, though. In fact, it may just drive me completely over the edge. 

Warning to criminals: Don't be fooled by the seemingly vulnerable appearance of a pregnant woman. When provoked, this creature can quickly turn lethal and can display superhuman strength. It's not worth the wallet. Find an old lady instead.

Ha! Bet the idiot thief who tried to rip off a mom-to-be's purse in Philadelphia wishes he'd been warned to never, ever mess with The Preggers. When career crook Vaughn Matthews punched visibly pregnant 28-year-old Lindsay O'Brien in the forehead and ran away with her bag, I'm sure the last thing he expected was for her to chase him. But that was only the beginning!

One of my talented co-writers here at The Stir posted an article on how first pregnancies usually seem harder than the subsequent ones—primarily because once you've been through the inflate-to-elephantine-proportions-then-painfully-disgorge-a-small-human-from-your-body process once, the follow-up gestational activities aren't as challenging.

I can agree from a certain perspective. The actual physical effects of pregnancy weren't new the second time around, so everything wasn't quite as terrifying. I didn't spend my entire pregnancy worried about whether or not a briefly inactive fetus meant that the baby was DEAD, for instance. I also didn't bother with renting that fetal doppler thing so I could continually "reassure" myself that the baby's heart was still beating.

I have a confession to make, and I believe that by shining a light on this issue, perhaps other pregnant women will finally know the truth, a truth that their partners and loved ones might be keeping from them. In the last month, I've apparently started snoring. And so I'm told, it's not some wheezy, whispery sighs, but full-on, freight-train, plug-your-ears wood-sawing!

Snoring? But of course! I'm already ginormous, my swollen legs and feet now resemble giant tree trunks, and I seem to have developed a neck waddle. Why shouldn't I be snoring? I don't think I could feel any sexier than I do already. I'm just wondering why, among the many nasty things I've heard happen when you're pregnant, no one mentioned this particularly embarrassing one!

My emotions tend to run from I Want a Nap -> Where's My People Magazine? -> I Want a Cheeseburger, so it's safe to assume that I'm as deep as a mud puddle. When I have these things that normal people call "feelings," I'm at a loss. I can barely identify them, let alone fix them.

I got pregnant with my middle son after months and months of trying and I finally had it all. A baby on the way. A house in the suburbs. A loving husband. I even had a dog.

I was Living La Vida Aunt Becky. It was all that I'd ever wanted and more.

So why was I so miserable that I could barely slog out of bed every day? Prepartum Depression.