What's weird is that I didn't even write this story:
"When Ms. Shelly wrote the script in 2003, she was pregnant with her daughter, Sophie, now 4: her husband says that anxiety, along with anticipation, drove her work. “It was important to Adrienne to be honest about her ambivalence and fear of becoming a mother — when do you ever see that on screen?” he said. As Jenna broods about the future (she refers to the fetus at one point as “an alien and a parasite”) her escape fantasies and her pies become increasingly wild.
She invents an I Hate My Husband Pie (bitter chocolate drowned in caramel), then Baby Screaming Its Head Off in the Middle of the Night and Ruining My Life Pie (cheesecake, brandied pecans, nutmeg), and finally Earl Murders Me Because I’m Having an Affair Pie (juicy crushed berries in a dark chocolate crust). (Jenna’s improbable response to prenatal anxiety is to start an affair with her married obstetrician.)"
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/18/dining/18wait.html?_r=2&th&emc=th&oref...
killed by a construction worker?
what a shitty way to go..