Jenny McCarthy sadly doesn’t “get” what it means to be pregnant, give birth or be a devoted parent.

She makes her book about the so-called funny aspects of pregnancy and birth, but never focuses on the joyous, transformational, miraculous things that happen to a woman when pregnant and giving birth. She reinterates our culture’s fear of the changes of pregnancy and birth without reminding us of the personal growth possible when becoming a parent and experiencing pregnancy. Pregnancy and birth were meant to be transforming experiences.

Yes, your body changes and you act different, but who says that those changes aren’t for the better? More curves, more awareness of your body and its amazing developments, eating well, avoiding bad substances, and finally existing for someone other than yourself.

Regarding labor, if you want to avoid a cesearan section (major surgery), try to keep you birth as physiologically normal as possible. Deal with contractions by moving and changing positions (not epidurals or drugs), avoid routine interventions that may not apply to you (IVs or continuous fetal monitoring), and hire a birth attendant who supports your decisions (usually a midwife, but a doc might too!)

Jenny is simply showing her colors regarding pregnancy, birth, and life in this book. She seems to be someone who is more concerned about her own appearance and comfort than the good of anyone else (including her child—let’s remember that she thought NOT breastfeeding was okay!). Is NOT breastfeeding still politically (or otherwise) correct? Not according to the Centers for Disease Control, World Health Organization or American Academy of Pediatrics.

So regarding Jenny’s book? Garbage.
Rating: 1 / 5

If you have a spiritual bone in your body, skip this book. About what you would expect from a Playmate. I read the book anyway because the reviews were all so positive and I figured impending motherhood had softened her. The book was offensive particularly when she thanked the Lord for giving her better orgasms during pregnancy.
Rating: 1 / 5

Unless you are into the really crude kind of humor that passes for entertainment on late-night TV, you will be offended by this book. The book is quite explicit at times, and the jokes are more reminiscent of the kind of humor you’d expect from a group of adolescent boys obsessed with certain body parts than a woman expecting a baby. I’m sure some women will enjoy this book, but personally I found it offensive and disrespectful to pregnancy and motherhood. So buyer beware.
Rating: 1 / 5

I’m a mom of three and a child birth educator. I picked this book up thinking it would be funny and a great way to look at pregnancy. WRONG!

This book does nothing to educate women about pregnancy. It is a list of complaints, and the author spends most of the time focusing on her own selfish needs with no regard to the life she is carrying. Pregnancy isn’t about the women — it’s about the babies.

I’d pick up Vickie Iovine’s work any day before this drivel.

Rating: 1 / 5

Jenny McCarthy or the triumph of vulgarity… Poor baby… Poor child of hers… to have such a nothing as a mother. It makes one really want to throw up to see how many people support such junk and thus reward it. Probably because she is a reflection of their own mediocrity and low-mindedness? Has humanity fallen so low? Really sad – and evil. Let’s bare the naked truth indeed.
Rating: 1 / 5