What I think about when I am lying awake at 4:00 am:
Is John Travolta really gay?
Was John Travolta’s son really autistic, or did he just have a seizure disorder?
I don’t know what I would do if I lost my child at 16 like John Travolta and Kelly Preston. God, I feel bad for them.
Did Kelly Preston REALLY get pregnant at age 48? And deliver the baby? Or did she secretly use a surrogate and put some kind of pregnancy pillow on for show?
Man, if I got pregnant at age 48 I think you’d have to wheel me around in a wheelchair for nine months.
Being pregnant kind of sucks. You get heartburn and you can’t drink wine.
Wow, the snowplow is out early today.
I wonder if John Travolta and Kelly Preston used fertility treatments to get pregnant, or did they do it the old-fashioned way? Did he really supply the sperm?
I wonder if Kelly Preston knows her husband is gay…or maybe bisexual? I’m just saying.
There goes the snowplow again.
It is waaay too late in the game to take a Tylenol PM.
I wish I didn’t have to get up to teach Pilates in 47 minutes. Then I would take a Tylenol PM.
My hands hurt. I think I’m getting arthritis.
I wonder if John Travolta and Kelly Preston call their daughter Ella Blue or just Ella?
I wonder if Kelly Preston feels like a truck ran over her since she is dealing with a newborn, or if she just hires someone to get up in the middle of the night with her baby?
I am relieved that I don’t ever have to be pregnant again.
Actually, it’s a little sad that I will never be pregnant again. That kind of sucks.
WELCOME TO MY NIGHTS.