When automatic advertising goes bad ...

I was checking my gmail today and there was an e-mail from one of the pregnancy calendar websites that let's me know that the baby is the size of a banana or cantaloupe or other piece of produce. Apparently enough of my e-mails say something about my belly or stomach that gmail has taken notice. Because the ads that popped up all around my inbox were for belly dancing costumes and lessons. Yeah, that's just what every pregnant woman wants -- to put on a belly dancing outfit and gyrate around.