Ohhhhh baby, baby...

Spotted: Emmerson snuggling up to some very personal feminine products. Could Em really be preggers?!? And if so, whose little bastard child is it – PH or Concert Boy? Yikes. Mommy and Daddy would be so proud. It's been about a month since Em's fateful one minute-stand with the infamous Concert Boy. Our spy at CVS says Em was doing some serious deliberating over the preggers tests. But in the end, looks like she made a good choice – I mean it's not EPT but is error proof-ness really all that important when it comes to finding out if you're about to spawn with some Frat Boy delinquent? Nah. Clearly one test is not enough for such a life changing possibility, so we all strapped in the car and jetted over to Costco where you can buy preggers tests buy the truck-load (you know, for those really slutty girls). Ahhh, Costco, god bless…what would the tartish world do without you? After peeing on about 10 different sticks, Em's results were still inconclusive. Guess this means a stirrup party is on the horizon….can't wait! We're peeing our pants in excitement. Bets are being taken on the results – get in while the gettin's still good. No matter whose baby it is, we say tell PH it's his, Em (can you say shotgun wedding?). I mean really, ya'll, shot gun weddings are so en vogue (echem, Mariah). Even if it is Concert Boy's, just keep that your dirty little secret (que the music). Anyhoozle…that's it for me this time around. Peace out….I'll be back soon to let you know if Em's in the family way.