According to “sources”, American Idol runner-up Clay Aiken’s boys do work, and he’s gonna be a daddy.  Oh, and the mom?  A 50-year-old record producer friend of Clay’s:

Here’s what we know. Multiple sources tell us the mother is Jaymes Foster, a record producer and Clay’s best friend. He lives at her home when he’s in L.A.

We’re told 50-year-old Foster, who produced several Aiken CDs, is due in August. She’s the sister of record mogul David Foster. She divorced a few years back and has no kids. Aiken is 29.

We’re told Foster was artificially inseminated. But Clay is a lot more than sperm — we’re told he will have an active role in raising the child.

Uh.  Okayyyyy…

I really don’t have much to add to this story, except to wonder if he and Larry Birkhead will be getting their kids together for “playdates”.  Ain’t sayin’, just sayin’.

And you simply must see this photo over at dlisted.  It really, really makes you wonder about some people.  Yes, they are “mom jeans” personified.

Actress Halle Berry gave birth to a little girl on Sunday, and it seems mom and baby are doing well:

Halle Berry – who only recently said, “I want to stay pregnant forever” – had a baby girl Sunday and “is doing great,” her rep has confirmed.

The father is Gabriel Aubry. Berry, 41, and the 32-year-old model met while shooting a Versace ad in Los Angeles in November 2005 and first stepped out publicly together three months later at the February 2006 opening of a Versace boutique in New York City.

Berry first announced her pregnancy in September last year, when she was three months along.

Aww.  Best wishes to mom and baby!

I do have to wonder if Halle will be offered the millions usually extended to new celeb moms for “exclusive” pics of their newborns.  So far, we haven’t heard any rumors that she has, and what a refreshing change.

Of all the recent pregnant celebs, Halle comes out the winner…she hasn’t posed naked, she hasn’t talked about a zillion dollar nursery, and she certainly looked the hottest.

Leave it to La Vida Lopez to look glam and fashionable during the late stages of pregnancy with twins.  Jennifer says that she doesn’t dress down, even at home:

And while most moms-to-be stick to comfort wear, the always-glam Jennifer says sweats are not an option. “People make fun of me because when I do have them over to my house I do have a dress on,” she laughs. “I don’t like the way the sweats look with the extra weight. I like to feel good about myself even at home.” And while the singer won’t be able to wear any of Marchesa’s red carpet confections anytime soon, she does have her eye on a few special looks. But, Lopez admits “Right now the best thing I can do for myself, for my body is to keep resting which is not easy for me. I like keeping busy and it is very hard because if they say ‘be off your feet for four hours a day’, I’m like ‘oh, God!’ It’s hard.”

Well, okay…I can understand wanting to feel good about oneself, and if she doesn’t want to wear sweats or something like that in the privacy of her own home, then fine and dandy.  I mean, that’s not my personal cup of tea, because to my way of thinking any excuse for sweats is a good one, but whatever she is into, you know?

But I do want to take issue with those shoes.  Lately, pretty much every pregnant woman I’ve seen in fashion shots or pap photos has been wearing ridiculously high heels while in the late stages of pregnancy, and I personally think it’s ridiculous.  Stilettos and high heels throw off your balance, put undue pressure on parts of your feet that aren’t made for it, contort the feet into positions they weren’t made for, put a strain on your legs and back, and cause an unnatural walk.  Throw in the back-straining effects of pregnancy (in J-Lo’s case, with twins), the fact that being pregnant throws off your center of balance, add the very real threat of falling and possibly hurting oneself and the unborn child, and I think the case can be made that high heels and pregnancy do not go together.

Don’t get me wrong.  I like that pregnant women don’t walk around any more looking like tents in unfashionable clothes emblazoned with teddy bears and accompanied by stretch pants.  Being pregnant doesn’t mean your sense of style and wanting to feel womanly, even sexy, goes out the window.  But there’s a fine line between looking fashionable and being safe, and I’m sorry…stilettos and high heels are not safe for pregnant women.  Plus, if the doctor is telling her to be off her feet for four hours a day, he’s got a reason…I don’t think high heels are part of what the doctor ordered.  Don’t put fashion before safety, Jennifer.  Healthy babies are more important than looking fashionable.  She already looks amazing, she doesn’t need dangerous shoes.

I’ll admit I have only the vaguest idea of who Joel Madden is (sorry, I don’t listen to whatever music it is he plays), but I do know that he’s shacking up with Nicole Richie, and that they recently had a baby girl, the adorably-if-unwieldy-named Harlow Winter Kate Madden.  He recently rhapsodized about love and life and babies on his blog:

I swear it’s so hard to leave during the day, but always so rewarding to come home to the little family. I’ve always been a guy who loves to love.Probably one of the things that define me outside of my work is LOVE. I had no idea what love even was until Harlow came along.

Me and her mother feel like the luckiest two people alive right now. This time in our life has been amazing. We both look at our little girl every single moment everyday and know there is nothing we wouldn’t do to protect her and her perfect little innocence. It seems like you turn on the tv, or get online and its all bad news.

We dont want her to know any of that yet. I actually never want her to know any of the pain and suffering we see out in the world everyday,  or how harsh people can be as a result of it. Having this baby has really made me realize we all start out that way, then somewhere along the way something happens and people go one way or the other. But all started out sweet and innocent just like my little daughter. The world could really make you bitter if you let it, but thats where music, and art come in to save the day.

You’ve got to surround yourself with the things you love. The whole point to DCMA and this site is a bunch of us friends doing what we love, surrounding ourselves with positivity. I want my kid to grow up around that.

Well, okay, Joel.  I’ll accept that there’s just been a new baby come into your life, and it’s always wonderful to welcome a new, wanted, loved little life into the world.  So, as a seasoned veteran of the parenting wars, let me give you a little advice, okay?  It’s offered with the best of intentions, really.

First of all, if you want to protect her innocence, the first thing you need to do is get out of the Hollyweird, crazy, fakery-driven lifestyle that you and Nicole are smack in the middle of.  I applaud the fact that you quit smoking to protect the health of mama and baby, but there are more dangerous things to worry about than second-hand smoke.  Find a quiet place to live, preferably far from the glittering lights.  Keep Harlow out of the public eye as much as possible, and give her a chance to live a relatively normal life (as much as is possible with two famous parents).

Next, you’re going to have to realize that as much as you want to, you can’t protect her from knowing about the bad things that go on in the world.  In fact, as she gets older, it opens up opportunities for you to talk about how there are bad things that happen, but here’s how to appropriately handle it when they do, and here’s how to keep them from happening or how to keep her from participating in them herself.  Trying to shield her from all bad news will just bring up a child who has a warped view of the world, and when she finally does step out on her own she will be totally lost.  Music and art are nice, but it’s entirely too hippie-child to think they can “save the day”.  I’m a musician and artist myself, but even I know that, at best, they just make the day bearable.

Finally, keep Paris Hilton away from her.  I’m serious.  There’s nothing good Paris could possibly offer her, except to serve as an example of what NOT to do or what NOT to grow up to be like.  Seriously, look at Paris and think, “Will that be Harlow in sixteen years?”

That should be enough right there to scare you into a private cabin surrounded by razor wire on 100 acres in the middle of Wyoming.

Pamela “ma boobs are bigger than ma brain” Anderson is pregnant. I have no clue who the dad is, but it’s anyone’s guess at this point. According to TMZ, she’s not only pregnant, but is also going ahead with her divorce from third husband Rick Salomon. The couple were married in October and after 68 days of marriage Pam filed for divorce, only to retract her filing a couple days later stating she and Rick were “trying to work things out.”

Whatever, that poor kid is doomed, between Pammy’s hep C and Rick Salomon’s herpes the poor little baby doesn’t have a chance. Let’s pray for a miracle.

More importantly, didn’t Pam claim she was pregnant while married to Kid Rock and use this information to make him fly to Canada when she was filming that lame movie with Denise Richards, only to then lie and say she had a miscarriage/wasn’t pregnant to begin with or some such sh*t?

These people are such attention whores. And regular whores for that matter. How much you want to bet she isn’t even pregnant? Like a conception could possibly take place in a toxic waste dump!

Pam is one classy broad.

Rumor had it that Jennifer Lopez would announce her pregnancy at her show at Madison Square Garden this past weekend.  However, no such announcement was forthcoming:

Despite printed reports that Ms. Lopez would use her show at the Garden with husband, Marc Anthony, to share happy news about the recent swell in her stomach area, she stayed mum on the point.

Jennifer, come here.  Me and you.  Personal conversation time.  I have some news for you that you need to hear from me.

WE ALL KNOW YOU ARE PREGNANT.  JUST SAY SO ALREADY.

Okay, with that out of the way….

Apparently, her concert tour isn’t going as well as she had hoped, as she is being out-sang and out-entertained by her husband Skeletor Marc Anthony:

Either way, an announcement of this sort would have generated just the sort of goodwill Lopez could have really used. After all, this tour exposes the singer to an especially dangerous game of compare and contrast.

For her first-ever U.S. tour, Lopez has chosen to appear on the same bill as her esteemed husband, presenting perhaps the greatest mismatch of creative talents since Andrew Ridgeley and George Michael in Wham! [wait…which one is being dissed, here?]

Though only a few numbers at the night’s end found the two singing together, their separate sets underscored the oceanic distance between their gifts.

He’s an icon of Latin music, with a jaw-dropping vocal range and a commanding presence.

She’s a drop-dead hottie who can dance (at least when not apparently pregnant) and sing - but with a voice every bit as mousy as her figure is saucy.

But wait, there’s more…