Knocked Up: Confessions of a Modern Mother-to-be by Rebecca EcklerKnocked Up: Confessions of a Modern Mother-to-be by Rebecca Eckler

Knocked Up: Confessions of a Modern Mother-to-be

byRebecca Eckler

Paperback | April 7, 2004

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Rebecca Eckler is a popular newspaper columnist who lives the fabulous life and gets paid to write about it. So when a tipsy romp with her fiancé on the night of their lavish engagement party leaves her unexpectedly expecting, she is utterly at a loss. How will a woman who loves nothing more than a night out on the town sipping cocktails with her fellow party girls survive the pregnant life?

Knocked Up is the witty, engaging and refreshingly frank chronicle of a modern woman’s journey into motherhood. We follow Eckler from the first trimester (a.k.a. the longest three months of her life), through the “fat months” of the second trimester, on to the "even fatter months" of the third. Flipping the pages of this Bridget-Jones-style diary, we share in Eckler’ s discovery of prenatal vitamins and nursing bras, ultrasounds and obstetricians. And we experience her growing horror at the physical symptoms of pregnancy: all-day “morning” sickness, fatigue, varicose veins, and cravings. And the weight gain, oh the weight gain. Who knew the day would come when she could no longer put on her own socks?

Along for the ride is a cast of characters as comical as any met in fiction. There’s the Sexy Young Intern, a Sophia Loren look-a-like with her skinny eyes set on Eckler’s job; the glamorous friends who continue to drink Manhattans, while Eckler sips Perrier; and the Cute Single Man who knows just when she needs a carton of ice cream or a game of Scrabble. And then there’s the fiancé, living in another city, who, thanks to the miracle of long-distance phone lines, appreciates better than anybody the highs and lows of the hormonal rollercoaster pregnant Eckler is on.

Lighthearted, intimate, and very funny, Knocked Up is the diary of a modern mother-to-be determined not to let pregnancy and motherhood change her life. Not. One. Little. Bit.
Rebecca Eckler is one of Canada's most well-known journalists. She has been a columnist with the National Post, Canada's national newspaper, for five years, including a stint as a New York-based columnist and feature writer. Her work has also appeared in such publications as Elle, Fashion, Lifestyles, Canadian House and Home and Mademo...
Title:Knocked Up: Confessions of a Modern Mother-to-beFormat:PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 8.4 × 5.5 × 1.05 inPublished:April 7, 2004Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hilarious Truths that all women would enjoy! Laugh This was a wonderful easy to read novel that truly keeps you up at night. I have never laughed out loud through any book like I had with this one. It's amazing how I can relate to the character, and that scares me to think about. However, when my girlfriend said she reminded her of me, I was flattered after I had read the book. Who wouldn't want to be compared to a young, successful, fun loving and independent woman- never mind the unwed mother, who drinks a little too much and smokes even more. I loved it and I have recommended it to all my girlfriends and even my mother for pure, unadulterated entertainment. Relax and enjoy this great book and you will find yourself in fits of laughter.
Date published: 2006-06-15
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Knocked Up Should be Knocked Out Chick Lit Supreme with a Cherry on Top. That's what this book made me think of. Sex and the City Gone Silly. I suppose it's jealousy, really. I'm self-employed but when my husband and I have a baby, I won't be able to afford a nanny. I don't have a husband who can go into some shop and drop $3,000 in 3 minutes on baby stuff and even if I did, I'm not sure I'd brag about it. While some things are funny, some parts are in plain bad taste and just not worth effort of turning the pages. I'm all for irreverent looks at what are otherwise considered serious subjects but irreverence should be smart and funny. This book left me a little sad and depleted.
Date published: 2006-05-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from You love it or hate it! I found this book to be quite entertaining. It seems that the majority of people who have read this book are either rolling over with laughter or fuming at the fact that they spent $20+ on it. Personally, I was one of the many laughers. Rebecca Eckler tells HER side of the story, including the fact that she did not like being pregnant. Many people don't, and sometimes it's nice to hear about that too. I'm sure she has exaggerated some parts of the book, and that is her style. You have to take it with a grain of salt, and enjoy it for what it is. A very funny story. If you are looking for a fun read that you don't have to take seriously than this is a great book for you. If you are looking for a brilliant literary masterpiece, you may not get what you are looking for here. I highly recommend this book to any 'city girl' pregnant or not! :)
Date published: 2006-02-25
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Line your Recycling Box with THIS! Need to get rid of that bad smell from recycling your moldy pasta jars, smelly tuna cans and rotted milk cartons? USE THIS! At least the pages will help the enviroment . BUT This book and the writer will just add to that foul, repulsive, putrid smell that just won't leave you! Mother's, Mothers-to-be and literary enthusiast's use your valuable time by exploring a great read, and not one that will leave you running for the Lysol.
Date published: 2006-02-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it! I got this from a friend who read it while she was pregnant, and she passed it on to me. I loved it, jsut as my friend said I would. Its hilarious. And I dont even have kids yet and am just starting to think about getting pregnant. I really do think it's a great book for everyone who ever wonder if pregnancy is only good-good-good. How could it be? And Eckler tells the truth in this light-hearted memoir. Now, I want to keep my copy, but I'm going to definitely buy one for the next friend who announces her pregancy. I'm going to tell her the only book she needs to read is Knocked UP, by Rebecca Eckler, for the whole truth and nothing but!
Date published: 2006-01-25
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Dreadful Everyone associated with producing this book should be ashamed.
Date published: 2005-09-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from AMAZING there are so many true things in this book - it is so funny to read after you have had a baby!!!
Date published: 2005-05-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great great read!!! I completely loved this book!!! It is completely addicting and entracing, and of course funny. Every page of her description of her pregnancy was great. She does talk about her butt a lot, but that I see as just a good joke of the story. She protrays her self in that is supposed to be funny, even if it not completely satisfying to all readers. I loved the way she described her cravings and how they made her act. It was great!!! Not only that but also the way she depicts the other people that are involved in her life during her pregnany were really good too. Cute Single Man and New Sexy Intern were also halarious! I love the way she deals with the drama that she has in her life. I was surprised to read some bad reviews of this book, however I think that many people are not able to appreciate her humour. Or her own pregnany experience, for what she saw it as, or what she wanted to protray it as. It was also disappointing to me to see that not many are in favour of her book because I feel that it is completely amazing. Eckler is an amazing writer with a great amount of talent. She writes for the National Post; and as a current reader of her columns, I was very pleased to see that her book was written in the same style as her columns. If you like witty, fast-moving, and entracing books, you would mostly thoroughly enjoy reading this one!!
Date published: 2005-05-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from great book this book is funny and is worth the paper it is printed on the others who wrote a review for this book need to calm down and take a chill pill, its only a book
Date published: 2005-04-20
Rated 1 out of 5 by from knocked up This is quite easily the worst book I have ever read. As a woman and mother, I am offended by everything Rebecca Eckler stands for. She is more worried about being fat than her child. The poor baby doesn't stand a chance with a mother like that.
Date published: 2005-03-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The only thing that made me laugh With all the drab and often scary chronological works of litterary brilliance out there on the bookshelves telling us of all the expected joys we will face during pregnancy; this was the ONLY one that made me laugh! To those that say this is not a pregnancy book .... it wasnt found on the shelf next to what to expect when you are expecting so lighten up! Cant we have fun with a writer that is obsessed with all the parts of being pregnant that help make it bareable? I laughed at some of the similarities with this character, and felt for her honest approach. A light read; yes... but it was a welcome break from the other drab books on the market that make pregnancy such a bore!!! I say, BRAVO!
Date published: 2005-03-13
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Grow Up Rebecca! The publisher calls this book witty? No. The mother to be in this book is vain, shallow and self absorbed not to mention clearly selfish. The whole book is a litany of complaints about the size of her behind. I think we are supposed to sympathize with her but I detested her by the end of the book. Everyone is there expressly to serve her: fiance, parents, cute single guy, her friends, nanny and night nurse too. I did not find one likeable thing about the main character. Please don't buy this book and stroke this person's ego. Really it was truly, truly horrid.
Date published: 2005-02-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVED IT I loved this book. I thought was hilarious! It looked into the innocent world of business women who got knocked up! Yes - she's a little stupid when it comes to pregnancy - but I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who are too. I've had 3 of my pregnant friends read they all enjoyed it just as much as me.
Date published: 2005-02-19
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Redefining the term Navel Gazing Is essentially Rebecca "Eeech!" ler's contribution to the world of journalism. On the occasion of the National Post's 1000th issue, they ran a feature that listed various numbers associated with the paper at that point (X number of pages in issue #1, a much bigger X number in their biggest issue etc.) One of the stats listed the Number of articles Rebecca Eckler had written for the paper to that point. The figure was around 300. Then a follow up stat - Number of rticles Rebecca Eckler has written for this paper that did not include the word "I." The grand total? One. So that's a glimpse into the world of self absorbtion in which Ms. Eckler inhabits. Small wonder then, that this book is more of what you get in her periodical oeuvre...poorly written, scatterbrained prose from a women trying too hard to live her life like Carrie from Sex and the City or something. Which is truly pathetic when you live in Calgary. Folks, this is decidedly NOT a pregnancy book. This is a masturbatory spew of non-sequitors intended to do nothing but stroke the author's ego. Don't give her the satisfaction.
Date published: 2004-10-26
Rated 1 out of 5 by from This book is not worth the paper it's printed on I flushed 22.95 down the toilet for this book. After 20 pages I skimmed it until the end and then I was in a bad mood all morning. What a headache! The book gives us a glimpse into the life of a whiny, spoiled, and morally depraved idiot of a woman. She has to decide between vaginal birth and elective cesarean section so she chooses the latter because she's trying to avoid hemorrhoids. She chooses bottle feeding as opposed to breastfeeding without it seems any thought at all because she wants her freedom. The only things she likes about being pregnant are: she can whine more, she can eat Big Macs guilt-free, and her boobs are huge. She complains on almost every page about being fat and she worries about how she'll lose the weight after birth. Why did this woman choose to have a baby? Why did she not go straight to a clinic and get the morning after pill? She could not have been more divorced from the reality of motherhood and what a priviledge it is to be pregnant and to give birth and to be a mother to a beautiful baby (she hires a nanny to feed her and raise her). I am so mad that I read this book. On top of everything else it's poorly written. It's like reading a note someone passed you in Biology class in highschool. Catty remarks and flippant comments with no substance to any of it.
Date published: 2004-10-26

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The First Trimester(a.k.a. The Longest Three Months of My Life)Sunday, January 266:45 a.m.OH SHIT!Did I . . . did we . . . did he . . . in me?6:46 a.m.I’m awake, right? I’m conscious, right? I don’t feel like myself. Something has changed.6:47 a.m.OH MY GOD! The elastic waistband of these boxer shorts can’t already be tighter. This cannot be happening. To me. Of all people. Oh God . . . I just felt something moving.6:59 a.m.Oh God, I HAVE THE FEAR!I can’t believe that I . . . that we . . . that he . . . in me.We did, right?SHIT!7:00 a.m.It’s way too early to be so awake on a Sunday. I’m going to sneak out of bed and quietly go to the kitchen and reheat what’s left of yesterday’s midafternoon Starbucks non-fat vanilla latte in the microwave. I need caffeine. There’s no way I can fall back to sleep now. I need to make the Fear Phone Call right away. I desperately need to talk to Lena. But the fiancé is still sleeping, or pretending to still be asleep. How can he possibly be sleeping at a time like this? Man, it must be nice to be a man. Men can sleep through anything. It’s freaking annoying. I can’t let the fiancé know that I’m f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g out. The fiancé can’t – under any circumstances – overhear the Fear Conversation I need to have with Lena, as soon as possible. I mean immediately. If the fiancé knew what Lena and I really talk about, he would never want anything to do with me – or any other woman – ever again. There is already a good chance that the fiancé already wants nothing to do with me after last night, and I’ve probably turned him off women forever.If I were a good person, I would go out and buy the fiancé bagels or something. I am a bad, bad person. Even if the fiancé wasn’t here, it’s too early to call Lena anyway. When I last remember seeing her, it was two in the morning and she was breakdancing on the dance floor, thrusting her pelvis up toward the ceiling. She didn’t look bad either, considering she was a thirty-eight-year-old drunken white girl dancing to Eminem. She, too, will have The Fear this morning and will be sleeping off her hangover until at least noon. Which is what I’d be doing too if The Fear wasn’t so devastating and hadn’t woken me up like a slap in the face so freaking early. I think I’m hyperventilating.Did I . . . did we . . . did he . . . in me?Shit, shit, shit . . . The Fear is what happens when vague memories of drunken stupidity instantly become clear as crystal. The only thing to do when the sheer terror of The Fear hits is to go back to bed, bury your head under the comforter, and never, ever leave your house again. Either that or make the Fear Call to your closest girlfriend to try to piece together the puzzle of fogginess by detailing what little you both can remember from the previous night. You can really only stay in bed for so long, no matter how mortified you are.The Fear Phone Call, the morning after a night of way too much drinking, can last hours. The Fear Phone Call always, always begins with “Oh God, I have The Fear” and carries on with much laughter, gossip, and good-natured (and a lot of not-so-good-natured) bitchiness. It always ends with promises to “never, ever drink that much again.”If this was a typical morning after with The Fear and the fiancé wasn’t asleep – or pretending to still be asleep – in the next room, I would tell Lena how I flirted with my boss, that one of my married colleagues came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear, “Just because you’re engaged now doesn’t mean we can’t get together, right?” I would tell Lena how I think I remember yelling at a drunken, sloppy guest for spilling her entire drink down the back of my $900 dress so that the material clung to my skin, like a bad date you’re trying to lose in a crowd. Or was that me who spilled my drink? In any case, all of that did happen at the party last night. But all of that seems kind of innocuous, considering what happened after the fiancé and I somehow managed to make it back to my apartment. How did we get back?Did I . . . did we . . . did he . . . in me?Lena would tell me how she kissed a man whose name she never knew, and that she doesn’t remember how or what time she got home – which is always what happens when Lena drinks too much. We’d laugh until we wept, and we’d groan about our foolishness until our stomachs hurt. We’d reassure each other that what happened in our intoxicated state wasn’t so bad. Surely everyone else was too drunk to even notice our bad behaviour. Truth is, I look forward to the Fear Phone Call. Actually, I adore the Fear Phone Call. Because if you’ve made the Fear Phone Call, it usually means you’ve had an incredible night. The longer the Fear Phone Call lasts, the better and more memorable the night.But this is not a typical morning with The Fear. I have super freakin’ crazy fear. I got into bed last night drunk on alcohol and high on exhilaration, snuggling in with my drunken fiancé, thinking how wonderful my life will be with this man, how much I love him, and how lucky I am that he loves me. I didn’t even brush my teeth before pulling him down on top of me. Now I’m anxious and guilt-ridden and sober as a nun. There’s a good chance the fiancé will dump me after what happened, after what I begged him to do. It was entirely my fault. Sort of.The fiancé and I celebrated our engagement last night at a party we threw for 150 of our closest friends. The party was also my fault. Everything that happens in a relationship can be blamed on someone, after all. It was my “brilliant idea” to celebrate our engagement. What was I thinking?