To be my man, you have to put up with a lot. I toot under the sheets, I spend a lot of money and I can belch the ABCs.

I collect lucky pennies that I find on the ground. I keep them in a Ziploc bag.

A marriage doesn't have to be perfect, but you can be perfect for each other.

I would never invite cameras into my life again.

It was like a death in the family: You go through the mourning stage, then the rebellion, and then all of a sudden you have to find life by yourself. . . . I loved everything about marriage. I loved having a companion to wake up with and have barbecues with. But things happen and people grow apart. I don't really ever talk about the divorce because it was a heart-wrenching thing to go through.

I feel like I have a bowling ball sitting on my hoohah! Apparently I have a lot of amniotic fluid, so whenever my water breaks it will be like a fire hydrant!

Giving up my scotch? My Macallan 18? That was hard for me! Though now that doesn't even sound good, being pregnant. You crave other things. A big thing of water sounds great!