It may be just me, but it seems like, living in Utah County, one cannot crave food, chew ice, get ultrasounds, be moderately fat, complain of nausea, or have weird hormone reactions without someone saying "ARE YOU PREGNANT?" or "YOU MIGHT BE PREGNANT!".
You know what? NO. I might be PMSing. I might be hungry for burritos because they are delicious. I might be chewing ice because I like the way it feels on my teeth. I might be nauseated and get ultrasounds because my internal organs are retarded (or, if you prefer, disabled [and for the really picky, organs with disabilities]).
It's like when you say something like, "Will it stimulate?!" and accuse the person who laughs hysterically at the innuendo of having a dirty mind. Utah County dwellers have a bad case of pregnant minds. Come on guys—get your minds out of the . . . uterus!