Nope, not a headline on The Star, but actual truth.
Celine Dion is pregnant. With twins.
B*tch should have like, octuplets. Her house is big enough.
“Everyone knows that Céline has guts and is determined,” adds husband, René Angelil. “These treatments were truly hard on my wife’s body. It wasn’t simple at all.”
But the perseverance paid off when the couple found out they are expecting twins. “There were truly great emotions after all our efforts,” says the singer.
Those efforts included traveling from her Florida home to New York for months of treatments and also turning to acupuncture from a Montreal-based specialist.
“My doctors had to constantly reassure me. I [wanted] to see the babies,” she says. “Each week I had sonograms. I heard their heart beats.”
Now, having already endured the ups and downs of several in-vitro fertilization attempts, Dion says she’s following her doctors’ orders closely.
“It’s stressful but I’m relaxing. I look at my little belly. I do almost nothing,” she says. “If you tell me I have to stay in bed, I will stay in bed until November, when the babies are born. To bring them into the world, there’s nothing more important than that. It’s incredible.”
Adds Dion: “We will have a beautiful family nest full of love.”
Aw, how touching.
A family nest full of love. Isn’t that what every parent wants?
But when you have to sell your home and move your family into a Plymouth Voyager to feed and clothe your 4 children, it’s not that f*cking loving is it? Is it Celine?! Is it?!?!?
Spencer Pratt’s gonna find himself cuddling up to one of his crystals to keep him warm at night from now on. I mean, not that it’s different from the body, shape, consistency, and temperature of his other possession, Heidi.
“Heidi’s rep tells TMZ, “Heidi is looking to move out due to all the fake bad press that Spencer controls. She’s tired of it and is looking for a place and wants to focus on her acting career.”
We’re told Heidi is looking for a new place in Malibu.”
It’s about damn time. She might not be able to wake up every morning without having him tell her “no honey, you don’t look like Joan Rivers,” but at least she’ll learn to walk and talk without having someone push the START button first.
Omg. Maybe now people will look past her leathery exterior and blank expression and find it within their hearts to befriend her once again. Maybe her Mom will manage to actually look her in the face when having a conversation instead of burying her face in rosary beads.
Anyways, here’s some pics of the couple in happier times.