Today I'm sorry for a lot of things. I'm sorry I keep finding pictures of Salma Hayek pregnant. I'm sorry I find them so fascinating and keep posting them, and I'm really sorry for her. She should be the poster child for why not to have children. How she manages to smile at this point is nothing short of amazing. If I were her, I'd demand that my french billionaire husband build me a wagon made of gold and elephant tusks and push me around in it. And I'd make him massage my MASSIVE BOOBS, as I'm sure they are bearing the brunt of this painful tragedy. Salma, my thoughts are with you. You and your giant ta-ta's.