Fact or Fiction: Being preggo gives you an excuse to eat whatever the hell you want.

I've never had a bun in the oven, so I have no idea if the pickles and ice cream cravings are real or not. My mom says no. She carried three and a half children in her belly for nine months (I count as more than one), and only gained 37 pounds. Her doctor was really strict, so she followed his orders exactly--with the occasional pint of Ben & Jerry's, of course.

So you know that my BFF Bethenny Frankel is preggers, right? Well, I've been stalking her on Twitter recently, and she's tweeted a lot about what she's been eating. Surprisingly, her menu has consisted of: cheeseburgers, fries, potato skins, big bowls of pasta and buckets of movie theater popcorn. Whoa, even the almighty,"I eat vegetables for dinner and I love it" Bethenny Frankel is normal. Now, knowing Bethenny, she's eating two potato skins, not 20, but I guess it's cool that she's enjoying her pregnancy and indulging a bit more than usual.

So yeah, I can't really relate to this topic yet, but I do tend to eat for two pretty frequently. Remember this post when someone actually asked me if I was preggo because I was stuffing my face with chicken fingers and curly fries at the movies? Yeah, that wasn't too fun.

So whether you can fully relate or not, what are your opinions on eating while you're pregnant? Is it a free pass to eat whatever the hell you want? I'd like to think I'll go the healthy route like my mom, but that might be a challenge. We'll see!

Has anyone ever asked you if you were pregnant when you, um, weren't?

Last year I was at the movies by myself on a Sunday night—my Monday "work blues" ritual. I was so unhappy in my job that I always dreaded going back for another work week, and somehow going to the movies was the only thing that made me feel a little bit better.

So I went to the concession counter and ordered a chicken finger combo (complete with curly fries and a large Diet Coke) and Milk Duds. As you can see, I ate my feelings on Sunday nights. (This was such a bad habit; I am not proud to be admitting this right now.) A greasy chicken finger combo sounds gross to me now (well, the curly fries still sound pretty good!)—I can safely say I'll probably never order one of those again. Anyway, out of nowhere, the girl behind the counter asks, "Are you pregnant? I can't tell." OK, if you're even .5% unsure whether or not someone might have a bun in the oven, DO NOT ASK. I gruffly replied, "No."

I can kinda see why she thought I was pregnant. 1.) I was eating enough food for two, er, three people. 2.) I had on this long, flowy high-waisted American Apparel dress that gives my middle a bit of a bump-like look.

I'm recalling this story because the other day when I was waiting for the bus, I watched a pregnant-looking lady smoke two cigarettes in five minutes. I kept staring at her belly. Does she just have a fat gut or is she pregnant? I couldn't decide. It looked firm like a pregnant belly, but I'm praying for the baby's sake that the lady was just fat and carried her weight in a very unfortunate fashion.

Has anyone ever asked you if you were pregnant when you weren't? Have YOU ever asked someone else?? C'mon, someone's gotta have a funny story to share!