I have seen exactly one movie in the theatre in the last 2-and-a-half years. First, I was pregnant, and had to go to the washroom every twenty seconds, and after that I had a baby and no babysitter and also, no time to do anything leisurely except read excerpts of US Magazine when I had two seconds to myself in the bathroom.

The one movie I did see was Borat, and I got dragged to it kind of unwillingly because I envisioned the humour to be juvenile and crass and I thought I'd much rather see a chick flick with lots of high heels and crying. But I emerged from the movie with tears streaking my face and my cheeks tight from laughing my butt off. And several months later, I continually get Borat-isms stuck in my head.

Anyway, the point of this diatribe is that, rumour has it that there might be a baby Borat on the way. Sacha Baron Cohen's normally tiny fiance has been spotted sporting what appears to be a baby bump or perhaps too much cheesecake. Isla Fisher's rep says that "if and when" she becomes pregnant, she and Cohen will decide if an announcement is necessary." I think that means she's totally knocked up, in media-rep speak.

I hope the maybe-baby Borat-to be never has to watch the naked fighting scene. Talk about scarring for life.