Skimmed Jenny's book, it's written with the infamous Jenny charm-none. One brief chapter on topic they blew up to 5 lbs. weighed on a home food scale. She says with slight exaggeration that they started at her collarbone and ended at her waist. A few sentences of big boob jokes. Thats it the rest is stretch marks and hemorrhoids and taking a dump on the birthing table, and it being a good thing that Jenny McCarthy's career stalled, cause she's not funny. I was more impressed by the giganto-mastic F cupping young Jewish mother in the pink sweater that passed me in the bookstore on the way to the bathroom and the slim college freshman in the black spaghetti string top with the belly and the torpedoing 36 D's that bounced like superballs on the way up a staircase.