Dear media, we don't need a perfect pregnant poster girl and if we did, it wouldn't be a Kardashian.

My waiting in line at the Woolie's checkout trashy magazine time (that is so a correct term right there) a few weeks back educated me on the going ons of Kim Kardashian's uterus. I may have been the last person in the world to not be up to date with any of the Kardash shenanigans?

So she's having a baby, and by the way the media is carrying on, you would think she was like THE FIRST WOMAN EVAH to get herself knocked up. I mean, wasn't Beyonce's baby the second coming anyway? Whatever.

Now, I love me a preggy belly, and despite the fact that I don't care much for Kimmy, I will still ogle that belleh and listen with interest if she ever talks about her bithing experience, motherhood, etc. Hey, pregnancy and motherhood are kinda my thing hence the career plan in midwifery.

But really, I draw the line at the constant headlines.

A quick google of 'Kim Kardashian pregnant' delivers a spate of online articles, including fears for diet because she's pictured here buying two frozen yoghurts. You know, never the mind the fact that Kanye's standing next to her in the next picture, they must be both for her. Diabetes and weight gain and obesity OH MY. Snort.

and the conclusion that she must be oh my god TERRIFIED of even looking remotely pregnant because she's been spotted at the gym a few times. Never mind the importance of regular exercise for anyone, famous or not.

What the actual fuck?

I know she's famous, I know she's 'public property', I know we live in a super creepy voyeuristic society, I know there's nothing more important in the world than celebrities (gag), but what the actual fuck?

What kind of half wit audiences are these magazines catering to?

WHO CARES?

Us mere mortals do not need a perfect poster girl for pregnancy, so let the damn girl enjoy her pregnancy, and her expanding goodies. And her double serving of frozen yoghurt. Ok? Ok!