Boy or girl, the couple have settled on a sole moniker — and it’s not a completely off-the-wall choice.
“I just want to know [the baby’s sex],” she says. “And it doesn’t even matter because, honestly, the name we’ve picked, if it’s a boy or a girl, it’s the same name.”
DeGeneres jokingly guesses Chris and Pat, but Clarkson replies: “You won’t guess it. It’s a random name. But it’s not like … ‘Blue Jazz.’ It’s not going to be a weird name.”
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Clarkson says she’s 11 weeks along, and should be able to find out the sex soon through a blood test. That’s something to look forward to, in what’s been a pretty rough first trimester.
“I vomit a good dozen times a day. It’s bad,” the singer, whose Christmas album Wrapped In Red is out now, says. “Everybody tells you you glow and your hair is pretty and your nails are pretty. That is total crap. My nails are short, my hair still falls out, it’s not all lush and beautiful, and I have no glow — unless it’s something left over from a bad throw-up. It’s horrible.”
“I’m so happy I’m pregnant,” she quickly insists. “I just wish he or she would stop trying to kill me!”
She also brightens when she thinks back on her wedding day, although that too, in some ways, was a challenging experience.
“I was like, ‘I’m not going to cry, I’m so good,'” she says. “And I bawled so hard — like not a pretty Rachel McAdams cry, like, really bad. It was so bad that my videographer hasn’t even shown it to me … I couldn’t get my vowels out. We wrote our own vows, and people tell you to do that, and it was the worst damn decision. It was so bad.”
— Tim Nudd
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