
Turns out Christina Aguilera is pregnant (according to various news sites).
Three months pregnant.
So I guess it’d be a little unfair to say that she’s got pregnant because it’s the in-thing this week (what with rumours that Katie Holmes, Demi Moore, Victoria Beckham, Britney Spears and Hugh Heffner’s ho are all thought to be up the duff).
It’s bad enough that Eva Longoria is getting married next month (there’s still time to break it off, baby) but now Christina has to go and do this.
I don’t know what’s worse - the fact that I’m now almost sure she’s not a virgin or the scenario that when me and Christina do inevitably wed there’s a 50/50 chance I’ll have to look after this brat.
I’m utterly devastated. Jordan Bratman is quite simply the luckiest man alive. He’s probably got a room somewhere in his mansion that’s full to the ceiling with winning lottery tickets. And he’s all “Nah, Chris’ baby, I don’t need to claim any of them, I don’t need anything but you baby”. And she’s so swept by this statement that he gets to watch hours of TV uninterupted while she cooks for him. Naked.
Bastard.