So Angie is some months pregnant - who knows how many, seeing as neither she nor Brad nor their reps have made any kind of official announcement - with, reportedly, twins, and she's still out there being all Lara Croft-y.
I know, flying a light aircraft is not the same as, say, jumping out of a light aircraft, but still: those planes are tiny - how does one fold one's bulging belly into such a thing? - and, um, they fly. In the air. And come back down again, not always lightly.
Call me a lily-livered scaredy-cat (that's the kind of stuff they say down in Texas, right?), but you wouldn't catch my pregnant ass doing such a thing. This probably why - or has something to do with why - I'm not getting impregnated by the likes of Brad Pitt, but whatever.
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