So much amusement takes place as the bellies are fitted. "Katie comes over," Christopher says, "the first thing we did was get her pregnant." Har har. "Does it look real?" Louise's model asks and Louise says yes, though the answer is seriously, "hell no." Very few of them look like actual pregnant women -- they don't even look like pregnant supermodels. They might as well have beach balls shoved under there. Carol Hannah's model has been pregnant before and is very pleased with the dress she'll be wearing, which makes CH happy. In the hallway, Johnny is teaching his GORGEOUS model how to walk again. Yeah, she's got it, queen -- she does this for a living. "Y'all didn't know I taught runway classes, did you?" he says to the camera and you know, I kind of did know, just from looking at you.

Tim comes in to dismiss the models and has to snap-snap to Ra'Mon who has taken five extra minutes to fit his bowling bag. Johnny says he's worried that his dress is too drab, and the little jacket he's made for it is too "Easter Sunday." He might be right -- I mean, it might be cute, but it does look kind of old lady. "Rebecca Romijn is not gonna wear that," Qristyl says in an interview. "She won't even dust with that jacket." She laughs, evilly, and adds "that's so mean."

Nicolas cringes through his interview that there are a lot of dresses in that room that are neither fitted, nor chic. "I don't think Rebecca is gonna wear any of that," he says, and I am with him on some of it -- several of the designers seem to have forgotten the mandate they were given to... make things that are fitted and chic.

Before they head back to the workroom the next morning, Mitchell jokingly says his farewells. He says he does not know what lies ahead for his day. In the other bedroom, Ra'Mon says he has to put in the zipper and hem and blah blah blah fit the dress closer to the "alien" pregnant belly. Malvin, meanwhile, has begun to feel doubts. "I think... my little egg nest..." he says. "I need to make it more literal." Oh, Malvin. That is the opposite of what you need to do. Everyone vows to stay focused and heads to the workroom where they all seem worried about what they're doing and how they'll finish, except, strangely enough... Ra'Mon. Somehow he has worked it out in his mind that the drapey-flowy stuff on one side of the room and the structured-tailored dresses on the other side are all "hot messes." I mean, he asks, incredulous, has everyone forgotten that they are designing for Rebecca Romijn? I mean, RIGHT? "So, am I really the frontrunner," he wonders, "because nobody's choosing to take that risk?" I'm sorry -- is my man sleep-deprived over here? Because to what risk is he referring? The one where he's picturing Rebecca Romijn down at the lanes eating nachos with a guy named Carl? A few tables away, Logan hammers on something on his table. "There's Stella all of a sudden?" Ra'Mon jokes, referring apparently to a former PR contestant known for her leathah. Finally, Tim comes in and gives them the countdown: they have two hours to fit the models, and complete the looks. Much, much model nudity ensues as they tie these bumps (ugh) on and yank the dresses on and off.