So, women deal with pregnancy differently. Some of us are thrilled to finally be able to eat whatever we like without feeling guilty. Some of us are nauseated the entire nine months and can't wait to not want to vomit all the time. Some of us get nesty and cosy and broody, and some of us can't ever really believe that we've actually got a whole other person growing in there, because, you know...weird. And some of us -- if by "some of us," I mean "Mira Sorvino," which I do -- realize that pregnancy is a magical, miraculous time that can be celebrated in only one way: