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I‘d be on myself. I dieted and exercised three times a week until eventually, when Liam was six months old, I hit my goal weight.
    Now you may think that I was excited to hit my goal weight because it meant that I was healthy and fit. Nuh-uh. Because now I looked great? Nope. Because the weeklies wouldn‘t have a field day? A little. But the real reason I was so excited to get back to this weight was that now I could shop. I love to shop, and—let‘s face it—maternity clothes don‘t count. There are some very cute ones out there, but you‘re still making the most of a limited selection. Now I was back in the real world of clothes, clothes, clothes! I was so excited to shop again. I went to Fred Segal and splurged on a pair of skinny jeans. Okay, the truth is I splurged on four pairs of skinny jeans in all different washes. I was bad. It was wrong. Dean was shocked. You wonder why I went into debt after so many years on 90210 ?
    Fred Segal is on the list of reasons. But I was just nuts about those skinny jeans.
    When I stopped breastfeeding Liam, my ob-gyn, Dr. J, put me on the pill, but I didn‘t like the side effects, so he phoned in another prescription. I‘d never heard of this pill, so I read all the accompanying information carefully. Mistake. There was such a long list of side effects, I got paranoid. What if I got an aneurysm? Or breast cancer? I‘d already taken the first pill, but the second night I was so nervous that I didn‘t take it. That evening Dean and I had sex. Right afterward I said, ―Baby, I didn‘t take that pill today. I know, maybe that information would have been useful to convey before the sex. But Dean just said, ―Oh, it‘s fine, it‘s fine.
     
    I flashed back to a phone call I‘d gotten just a week earlier from my friend Jenny. Jenny, whose son Shane is two months older than Liam, had also had a bad experience with a new birth control pill. She‘d stopped taking it. She and her husband, Norm, had had sex one time, and she‘d said, ―Norm, I think I‘m ovulating. She called to tell me that she was pregnant with her third.
    Suddenly I felt like I was starring in the Lifetime movie presentation of My Phone Call with Jenny. Just like Jenny I had gone off the pill. Just like Jenny I‘d had sex once. Now, just like Jenny I went to the bathroom and said, ―Babe, I think I‘m ovulating. I didn‘t say, ―Norm, I think I‘m ovulating. That would have been weird. ―Watch, I told Dean, ―I‘m sure I just got pregnant. After that night I stayed off the pill, but we took precautions. Still, I knew how that phone call with Jenny had ended.
    Soon after the night in question I made an appearance with the Pussycat Dolls at their show in Vegas. I came out wearing a sequined black strapless dress that hit me above the knee. It had Velcro up the side, and after a few minutes I ripped it off to reveal an outfit rivaling Britney Spears‘s outfit at the VMAs in ambition, but I don‘t think I risked the same response. I‘d known this night was coming and had been working hard. Two weeks earlier I hadn‘t been sure I‘d reach my goal, but in those last two weeks it was as if my body was like, ―Okay, okay, I don‘t want to embarrass you. Everything tightened up. I introduced the different performers, doing little monologues and jokes. At the end I posed with the Pussycat Dolls and they said,
    ―We hear Tori can do a trick on the pole, so I went over and did a spin. I felt really good standing up there with my newly flat tummy. It was my big ―back in shape reveal.
     
    A month later I felt a little crampy and decided I really should take a pregnancy test. I had one left over from when I was trying to get pregnant with Liam. I took one of those tests where one pink line means you‘re not pregnant and two pink lines means you‘re pregnant. There was one line, definitely. And then there was a hint of a shadow of a second line. I showed it to Dean. He said, ―No, you‘re reading it