The latest film chronicling the road to parenthood hits theaters today! Yep, What to Expect When You're Expecting, the movie very very VERY loosely based on the popular guidebook for expectant parents, is here and jam packed with big celebrity names, including Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Lopez, Elizabeth Banks, Matthew Morrison, Dennis Quaid, Chris Rock, and more!

The story follows five couples as they trudge through the pre-baby preparation process and all its highs and lows. But do they get it right? Isn't that what you really want to know? How realistic is What to Expect's representation of pregnancy and waiting for baby? Well, I watched the movie with a critical been there, done that mom eye, and here's my review of what they got right and what they got wrong ... 

Yesterday, a pregnant friend of mine got very irate on Facebook that men and women do not, as a rule, get up and offer her their seats. I made the mistake of joking, “Well, you chose to get pregnant.” Er. She didn’t take that kindly. You would have thought I’d said, “You chose to smack your head against a brick wall.” My dear, that was not meant as an insult.

Here are 6 reasons why people may not offer a pregnant woman their seat.

Oh, thank the fertility gods! A brave soul -- who is none other than rock star Pink -- has dared to reveal that, during her pregnancy, she didn't feel like a sunset, a princess, nor a blossoming flower. Nope. Pink says she felt like "a mess." 

I'm sooo happy to hear this. Listen to the sister:

I thought I’d feel like a goddess. They sell you on that … like you’ll never feel more feminine. Really, I just felt like a mess ... I gained 55 pounds. I think my baby may be part cheesecake.

Okay, it's time to come clean. Last week I wrote about some of the deadly pregnancy sins I committed when I was expecting my baby girl (who's 5 months old today!). I thought I was being all sly and funny and bad-ass. Not really, but I at least thought I was being funny. What I didn't anticipate was that I'd be called out by some of you REALLY bad-ass moms who treated pregnancy like it was New Year's Eve on crack. At least that's what you told me in the comments. In no uncertain terms, you said some of my deadly sins were lame.

I'm here to tell you that I wasn't entirely forthcoming before. I played it safe and chose to write about pregnancy faux pas I accidentally fell into. What I didn't tell you about were the ones I knowingly, willingly, joyfully embraced ... and let me warn you, they are seriously criminal. Let's just hope child services isn't reading THIS post.

When you find out you're pregnant, it can be such a joyous time in your life. You see the little blue line, the birds tweet, your mom cries, your husband rubs your belly, proud his little swimmers hit the jackpot. But sometimes, sometimes, it's a major freak-out moment filled with fear and dread and -- wait a minute -- who is the daddy?!

Well, one woman knows who the daddy is, but she doesn't really know who he is. You see, while moshing at a Megadeth/Motorhead show in Chicago, she met her soon-to-be baby daddy and the two had some instant attraction fueled by alcohol, Manic Panic, and the sweat from Lemmy's mutton chops. They took that passion from the mosh pit to the bathroom and a baby was made!

The woman didn't maintain contact with her "prince of darkness," so she posted on Craigslist to try to find the guy. Check out the ad:

I've always been a careful person, a woman with a good head on her shoulders who tends to make wise choices. I said "tends to." That means I slip up from time to time. Or, if you count my nine months of pregnancy, a lot.

I read a zillion expectant mom books and took good notes at the doctor's. I stayed away from the bad fish and alcohol and painkillers other than the occasional Tylenol. I didn't whiten my teeth. I took care of myself and my growing baby and was generally healthy (we won't talk about that month of weekly candy binges). But I still unwittingly committed 6 of the pregnancy deadly sins.

I could blame my blond hair. It's a convenient excuse for what those who know me well dub my "Catherine moments." Or I could blame pregnancy brain. But in the end, all I can do is blame my own damn ditzy self.

Just when you thought we couldn't possibly discuss Jessica Simpson's weight any more, here we go again. You'd think in pregnancy at least we could give her a break, but fat chance. Instead the likes of Joy Behar has to go shooting off her big fat mouth calling Jess out for her weight gain.

On The View this week Behar flat out called Jessica "fat" in no uncertain terms. "Remember the time that Jessica Simpson was criticized because she didn't know the difference between chicken and tuna? That kind of thing is more fun to criticize than the fact that the girl is fat," she said. It was rude, wrong, and not even funny, and Tori Spelling for one is standing up to defend Jess.

Choosing an OB/GYN when you're pregnant is a lot like choosing a partner. You want somebody you feel completely comfortable with; you want to trust the person; and you want to generally like them as a human being, as you'll be spending a lot of time with them. But, how to pick?

Fortunately, there are lots of ways. Almost too many. But with a good amount of research and the right questions, you'll be able to narrow things down in no time and find the perfect obstetrician for you.