At first I was amused by the relaxed style and bonhomie (bonfemie?), but as I read more and did a bit more research about this book, I became less and less impressed. The author unconsciously reveals some big neuroses about body image (I guess it makes sense that a former Playboy model would have them), especially in her chapter about exercise during pregnancy. She discourages it because, among other specious reasons, "You Will Not Look Good in Your Leotard." Please. A well-researched article on stumptuous.com points out that "children of moms who exercised before, during, and after pregnancy were shown to be relatively leaner themselves five years later." Plus, mothers who are fit tend to recover more quickly after giving birth.
Furthermore, the author assumes that the reader will of course be giving birth in a hospital, supervised by a doctor, and that her primary motivation in deciding whether or not to breastfeed will be concern for the shape of her breasts. (What was I saying about body image über alles?)
Some of the advice in the chapter called "Pregnancy Insanity" is indeed reassuring, and helpful to share with one's partner. Forewarned is forearmed, etc. But in general, the more I dip into this book, the angrier it makes me. (And yeah, the affected capitalization of the word "girlfriend" throughout gets up my snout, too.) Wish I'd checked the reviews before I bought it.