(Best if spoken aloud in a bad Irish accent.)

What’s wrong with ya Cheryl? You’re supposed to be pregnant. Did ya leave your glow in the toilet last night?

“I’ve heard that women with twins go on bed rest. Is this true? Will I have to take it easy at the end of this pregnancy?”

“Well, let me put it this way. Take a car made for five and squeeze ten people in there. Let me tell you, your wagon will be draggin’.”