I am curious what this outfit is supposed to look like. It seems very cute to me, but I am also fairly sure it’s not maternity — which is absolutely fine with me; no woman should be kicked directly into A Pea In A Pod without passing Go or collecting her $200, if she wants it. But in this case, it jarred me because it looks like the skirt is supposed to hit her lower, but can’t, so she just hiked it up over her entire stomach and it’s choking the blouse slightly. This, in turn, gives it a baby-doll feel that’s a bit bizarre. Or am I imagining it? By all means keep digging into your regular wardrobe if you can, ladies, but just be wary of whether the temporary new proportions are the outfit’s friend.

I do love this, though:

Shirley MacLaine and Amanda Seyfried

“Hi there. Hello. HELLO.”

“Hi Shirley, I heard you the–“

“Shh. I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Martha.”

“Who’s Martha?”

“Martha Washington. Your fetus. I knew her back in the Revolution days. MARTHA. Can you hear me? It’s GERTRUDE.”

“Um, Shirley, I–“

“Hush, child. The baby can’t hear me. MARTHA DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME AT HAMILTON’S WEDDING WHERE WE TRIED TO MAKE AARON BURR DRINK GASOLINE? Shit, he’s not in there, too, is he?”

“I’m only having one baby, Shirley.”

“Are you… wait, yes, that seems correct. It got dark in there for a second. MARTHA WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT GEORGE? I MISS HIM TOO. THAT MAN HAD AN ASS THAT COULD CHOP WOOD.”

“What does that even mean?”

“MARTHA IF YOU SEE JOHN ADAMS ANYTIME SOON, TELL HIM HE HAS THE BREATH OF A SICK HAMSTER.”

“John Adams is in there now?”

“No, dear, I’m talking about the afterlife.”

“How can Martha be both… wait, I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.”

“MARTHA THE GIRL DOESN’T UNDERSTAND CHANNELING. I SHOULD GO. SAY HI TO DOLLY MADISON. TELL HER THAT THING I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE SNACK CAKES. IT’LL MAKE HER ENRAGED.”

“Good night, Gertrude. SHIRLEY. I mean Shirley.”

“Good night, pet. See you at the rebirthing festival.”