I marry a gorgeous executive, have a baby, lose all the weight (most of it)--and move to a fine house in the suburbs with a welcoming new church. Wait--did I say welcoming? One teeny waaah and new mothers and their crying babies are exiled to a separate room. At least there's some enlightening conversation. Like about my husband and issues I didn't even know about And then there's my aptly named mother-in-law, Queen Elizabeth, who can't stand me...