It can be really difficult to keep track of who’s pregnant and who the baby daddy is (here’s looking at you January Jones). And there’s some celebs that are trying to deny their pregnancies more than hipsters are trying to deny that hipsters exist. Some of our favorite Disney stars like Hilary Duff and Brenda Song are expecting little ones. This seems like a trend, I wonder if there will be anymore Disney babies soon? There’s a baby boom happening in Hollywood so we’re helping you keep track of this fall’s pregnant celebs:

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Ryan Gosling can be my baby daddy. Swoon.

Despite not wanting kids anytime soon there are certain things that make my uterus explode, like Ryan Gosling feeding a baby. Even when there’s a screaming child next to me on the subway, some pictures make me drown out the sound and yearn for kids of my own. Now that your insurance provider has to cover your birth control, here’s a collection of cute that will make your ovaries ache.

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In the spirit of the holiday, I’ve put together a list of 10 reasons I’m thankful for sex. I’m sure we can all agree there are many more than 10 reasons to be thankful for sexy time, but there is football to be watched, online sales to be shopped and pumpkin pie to be eaten. There just isn’t enough time in this day to say all my Thank You’s.

So, here goes.
My big, fat thank you to fornication!

1. Orgasms. ‘Nuff said.

2. Sex releases endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. They also make your hair shiny and skin smooth.

3. Sex makes babies. Babies are cute (as long as they’re not mine).

4. Sex is free (usually) and fun (usually).

5. Sex helps me connect with people. And not just the people I have sex with. Sex gives me dirty details to dish to my friends, the Internet, or even strangers on the subway.

6. Sex gives me something to write about every week. Which looks good on my resume. Which will help get me a job. Sex will get me a job!

7. Sex gives me something to daydream about during my long, boring biology lectures. (My professor may drone on, but he’s banging and I can only imagine what’s going on under those pleated khakis.)

8. Sex burns calories. Up to 300 an hour! So after today’s feast, it will only take about 25 hours of sex to burn it all off.

9. Sex helps me fall asleep at night, which is a much healthier habit than relying on sleeping pills. Plus it’s more fun. See #4.

10. Sex made me! I’d rather not think about the specifics, but some day a long time ago my parents had (gasp) sex and now here I am. And that is definitely something I can be thankful for.

Why are you thankful for sex?

Jezebel did a post this week on the most ridiculous college classes. So I began reminiscing on the most interesting and fun classes I took these past two years in college. While many of my courses were focused toward my majors and completing my GE’s, I always try to plan out my schedule so I can take one fun class each year. At Syracuse, there’s one course that always gets full enrollment and by full I mean more than 300+ students. Human Sexuality with Joseph Fanelli on Wednesday and Thursday nights was probably the highlight of my sophomore year during the fall. Not only because everyone there wanted to be there, but JP (his nickname) was so chill that he practically didn’t care what anyone did as long as we showed up. The course is pretty self-explanatory, but I gotta say, every year he shows a birthing video to the class, and every year someone walks out in the middle and throws up in the restroom. Yeah….it really makes you never want to have babies again when you see a baby literally EMERGE from someone’s vagina.

Another course I plan to take my senior year is Beer and Wine. Yes, as the title suggests, you basically sit in a classroom and pretend you’re sophisticated enough to know what the hell you’re drinking. Pinot Grigio? Sure! Chardonnay? Why not? Blue Moon? With a slice of orange, please. People usually leave class each week with a light buzz around mid-afternoon. Which is pretty normal for college students…so why not get credit for it? They do require everyone to be 21 before they can take the class. I can fully justify this course by telling myself that by taking Beer and Wine, I’m opening myself to a different class of sophistication. Boo-yah college.

Last but not least, another class I’m looking forward in taking is African Dancing. Another class that is pretty self-explanatory but apparently, people say this is a course that actually takes major effort. Flailing arms and flowing hair aside, I’m hoping the instructor will play some Simba-like music. That always gets my blood flowin’.

What are some of the most ridiculous classes you’ve taken or will take in college?

Did anyone else get a sunburn from the ridiculous weather this weekend? I’m pretty sure this was the first time I was excited to be rubbing aloe on my aching, burning skin after the treacherous winter that we’ve been put through this year. New York, I’m looking at you.

Yesterday was the official first day of spring, but other than the calendar telling us it was so, here are the top ten signs you know spring is here.

10. Booty shorts. Every. Where.
In the winter, all the tarty outfits go into hiding, but the second the weather gets above 60, you can bet your campus is littered with cut offs and short skirts.

9. Ice cream!
Finally slightly more acceptable to eat for breakfast. Kinda.

8. PDA galore
There’s something about the warm weather that makes couples just pop up everywhere, holding hands, sticking hands in one another’s pockets, making kissy faces, sitting on laps and being disgustingly mushy in public.

7. Sniffles and sneezing and coughing
Along with spring comes allergies galore. Bust out those inhalers and benadryl, hay season has officially begun!

6. Finally, iced coffee.
I’m not much for hot drinks, but it’s finally appropriate to order iced lattes or passion tea lemonade (sans melon, thanks a lot for discontinuing that one, Starbucks) without being judged by your local barista.

5. Babies galore.
Um, is it just me or do kids start appearing out of no where around this time? Running around, making that high pitched squeal and being general menaces to society. Not nearly as cute as all those spring newborns. Guess people really like gettin’ it on in July?

4. No more nasty nature
Hate all those shriveled up trees and brown grass? Finally, crocuses start popping up and the trees start getting green and pretty. The perfect setting for some afternoon reading or, if you’re into it, some #8.

3. Nurse Jackie and United States of Tara
Back on Showtime. So psyched.

2. Rooftop bars
Finally open up! So nice, so enjoyable. Had I not given booze up for Lent you can bet I’d be throwing back pom martinis with the best of them. Which brings me to…

1. Easter
A holiday that involves chocolate bunnies? I’ll take it.

Week after week (after week after week…), CollegeCandy and our pal John bring you some of the weirdest, funniest, and saddest things he hears on his college campus. And we know he’s not the only one who hears this stuff. Join the Overheard revolution! Listen in on some weirdos’ conversations and share them in the comments or send ‘em over. You know there’s a lot of funny things to be heard on your campus, so get listening.

(Girl, guy at a basketball game.)

Girl: Oh, man, I can almost taste that KFC.

Guy: No. No, do not taste it.

(Girl, two guys at a party.)

Guy 1: Well, I mean, like, I’ve never done … water sports.

Girl: Water sports? What’s water sports?

Guy 2: You know, like, swimming, diving, water-skiing.

Guy 1: Uh, dude.

(Girl, taking a call outside a party.)

Girl: That porn star isn’t even cute ! . . . I mean I bet she knows what she’s doing, but no way.

(Two girls, eating dinner in a Chinese restaurant.)

Girl 1: There once was a man from Nantucket.

Girl 2: Who got his head stuck in a bucket.

Girl 1: Then he died in that bucket.

(Girls, talking during lunch.)

Girl 1: Apollo.

Girl 2: How about Poseidon?

Girl 1: No, I feel like that’s asking for trouble. Achilles.

Girl 2: Even worse.

Guy (coming over): What’s up?

Girl 1: Naming vibrators.

(Two guys, in the lunchroom.)

Guy 1: I’ll give you a hint. His name rhymes with Awesome.

Guy 2: Plawsome.

Guy 1: No.

(Guys, watching TV in the dorm lounge.)

Guy 1: I like this commercial. It’s cute.

Guy 2: How about “There will always be babies. There will always be … death. See this baby? It’s gonna die.”

Guy 1: “You will also die. Thank you for your attention.”

(Girl and a guy, eating in an Italian restaurant.)

Girl: Remember all those friends from home?

Guy: You know, I realize they weren’t my friends really.

Girl: Yeah, more like big drugs with legs.

(Two girls, in the grocery store seafood section.)

Girl 1: I don’t know. How do you even sedate a lobster?

Girl 2: Boil it for a few seconds. Just give it something to think about.

(Girl, guy, talking in a coffee shop.)

Girl: Can you even have a lint fetish?

Guy: Yeah, sure. You know what, let me check my belly button right now.

(Girl, other girl, at a basketball game.)

Girl 1: Can we trash-talk something nice? I don’t wanna be mean.

Girl 2: Hey Duke! Your coach looks like Sam Eagle!

Anyway, after discovering that last night’s runway challenge was for super pregnant Rebecca Romijn, I sorta freaked out. I mean, she was really pregnant. What if she gave birth right there next to the runway?! I totally agreed with Logan when he said designing maternity clothes wasn’t really his “thing” and that babies scared him.

OMG, babies scare me too!

But I put away my fears because the smiley, lovely Rebecca Romijn from one of my favorite shows, Ugly Betty, was a guest judge. Not everyone could be as awesome a tranny as she can. I felt bad when she delivered her news, though (of the challenge, not the baby). Almost all the designers had never done maternity-wear before and they were lookin’ scared! Things were sure to be a mess. A hot, tranny mess.

I was surprised on the runway, however; most of the gowns were gorgeous! It made me almost reconsider my 5th grade vow-to-self to adopt… almost (I don’t think anything could ever wipe those terrifying birthing images from my mind). I could never tell the difference between Shirin and Irina before but now I know: Irina is cute but Shirin is cuter (which is why she won, of course). Epperson continued to create masterpieces worthy of display at the MET (a pregnant jumpsuit cannot be easy to make…or wear), and Christopher is still manly but sensitive to women’s curves.

Chris, if you ever switch back to your original team, call me.

But for the second week running, for one particular designer there was just no hope at all. This episode might as well have been titled, “Hatin’ On Mitchell.” And with good reason. All jokin’ aside, you know you’re a bad designer when:

A) All the models groan when you’re picked to stay.
B) The model you pick throws her hands up in despair and says she got stuck with the worst designer.
C) Your model says you can’t sew. (Awww SNAP!)

Yet somehow, once again, he sneaks on by and makes it another week.

I don’t know about you, but I WANT MALVIN BACK!!  At least he had a legitimate concept, however kooky it may be. Mother hen with hen is way more creative than skanky schoolgirl with booty almost showing (and last week’s woodland maid frock with booty definitely showing).

If only this season of Project Runway wasn’t taped 18 months ago. I’d totally grab my picket sign and protest outside of FIDM.

The other day I was taking a little stroll through the city and I passed by the window of a baby store.  I had to stop because there is a lot of useful stuff in there!  I mean, who hasn’t been on an epic shopping trip, loaded with bags and stumbling on your swollen feet, and glared at the toddler being pushed around in the stroller?  I want a stroller!  Unfortunately, most things in a baby store are pretty mini.  But what if they weren’t??

Pacifiers - For the people that need some comfort in their lives!  Instead of eating while bored, just suck on a pacifier.  Same goes for drinking.  It could solve so many problems!  And when your girlfriends get a bit sloppy at the bar, just shove one of these in their mouths to protect them from their verbal diarrhea. Or putting something else in there…

Cribs -  Who hasn’t rolled out of bed on occasion? Especially after a night of debauchery? Cribs would solve everything!  Plus, they come with neat little gadgets and art pieces.  Set me up in an adult crib with a holder for my computer, phone, and adult pacifier and I’ll be set like a jet.

Leashes - Baby leashes are adorable.  Put one on a drunk adult and it just becomes necessary, especially for those friends who tend to wander when intoxicated. They would be exceptionally useful at crowded concerts, in a foreign city, at clubs, etc.  Some of them even come with a cute little cartoon-themed backpack (so it doesn’t look so cruel), which would be perfect for storing an emergency flask.

Bibs - Although I love wearing white, it is the bane of my existence.  I either have to avoid eating and drinking entirely when I wear it or just hope I’m magically less clumsy/sloppy on that particular day.  Bibs would completely eradicate this fear and give me the confidence to wear white and enjoy life! Yeah, bibs!

Diapers – Ok, so these do come in adult sizes, but that doesn’t mean they are socially acceptable. I don’t really have any particular need for diapers (in fact, the concept grosses me out), but I have thought on occasion that really, extremely drunk people could use them.  It’s better than peeing/pooing in the street/in the cab/on my carpet, no?  Yes…yes it is.

Ride On Carry On – This nifty little contraption is the solution to all my airport woes.  When going on vacation, I can just strap this sucker on my boyfriend’s carry-on luggage and have him wheel me through the terminal.  I could totally handle a 5am flight if someone just pulled me around while I was unconscious.  I wonder if this thing can be hooked onto anything else?  You know, like the back of a strapping young lad to carry me home when my stilettos hurt too much to take another step.

Aw, so cute! Thank god she belongs to someone else!

I have this problem and it seems as though other girls I know simply don’t have it.

The problem: I don’t want a baby.

Earlier this morning, I watched a two-year-old (with an English accent!) walking around and laughing, and he was hilariously cute. I smiled. I said things like, “Aww…he’s so smart!” And I truly meant the things I said. I truly thought he was adorable. But seeing a kid and thinking that kid is adorable doesn’t make me want one.

I love being an aunt. My niece and nephew are absolutely amazing and I, like many proud aunts and uncles, think they’re flawless godsends. There’s nothing they can do to make me love them any less than I already do.

But I just don’t want any babies of my own.

Most of the girls I’m friends with seem to have a problem with this part of me. They tell me that I’ll change one day, that motherhood is the most beautiful experience in the world, that I just need to wait until I meet the right guy, etc.

Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s the case.

I am admittedly way too selfish for a kid. I never want to give up my career, my passion for travel, my friends, my ability to live my life randomly, or even my money for a baby. I just don’t want a baby badly enough to make those sacrifices.

Is that so wrong?