Rebecca Romijn and husband Jerry O'Connell welcomed twin girls, Dolly Rebecca Rose and Charlie Tamara Tulip, on Dec. 28, her rep tells Usmagazine.com.

"Mother, father and both girls are all home and doing well," says her rep.

Howard Stern first announced the news on his Sirius radio show Monday morning.

"They had twin girls, Dolly and Charlie," Stern said. "Rebecca likes Dolly Parton, so they named the one after Dolly Parton, and Jerry got to name the other one Charlie, but his brotherís name is Charlie — and itís a girl Charlie."

We actually kind of like the names Dolly and Charlie separately, but there's something about the pairing of the two that we're not feeling. It's kind of like Rebecca and Jerry sort of wanted cutesy matching twin names but didn't have the balls to go all in. But, hey, it's not too late to amend one of the birth certificates if the right suggestion comes along. We like Dolly and Trolley or Charlie and Barley.

Rebecca Romijn and her husband, Jerry O'Connell, are expecting twins, their rep confirms to PEOPLE.

The babies are due this winter. A source tells PEOPLE that both babies will be girls. The twins were conceived without the help of in vitro fertilization or the fertility drug Clomid, a source close to the couple also says.

Oh, come on. Like we're supposed to believe that a couple in their mid 30s who have been trying to conceive for years just happened to defy the odds and get pregnant with twins despite the 1% chance of doing so, amid a passel of other Hollywood couples such as Brangelina and Lopezthony and Nancy Grace and whoever the dude is who married Nancy Grace magically getting knocked up with miracle babies. Like it's not enough that these people are wealthy beyond anyone's wildest dreams and physically perfect, we're supposed to believe they can whip up identical cherubs from heaven in the wink of an eye. Please leave the effortless baby conception to us ugly trashy people. We're good at it. It's the only thing we got, man.

Want to see Rebecca Romijn nude? You can. Really! Just go to MrSkin.com.

ï Kate Beckinsale does Anna Karina for Mean magazine. Eat your tits out, Lohan-as-Marilyn! (Popbytes)

ï Kate Moss models. She doesn't model clothes, though, since it seems she's not wearing any. (Egotastic!)

ï Mischa Barton's recent DUI charges haven't affected the buoyant spirits of her side boob much. (Taxi Driver)

ï Star Jones is set to divorce husband Al Reynolds, because she "felt Al had spent their marriage riding her success while she did all the heavy lifting". Either that, or Al spent their marriage riding hot, oiled-up dudes who look like they do a lot of heavy lifting. (I Don't Like You In That Way)

ï Some yahoo called 911 on Heather Locklear and told them she was going to kill herself. Denise Richards, you prankster. (CelebWarship)

ï Heath Ledger never updated his will to include Michelle Williams or baby Matilda. (Celebridiot)

ï Button, button, who's got the button? Patricia Heaton sure doesn't. WTF? (Drunken Stepfather)

ï Jenna Jameson dresses up as Bettie Page for PETA. "I'd rather get donkey-punched after ATM than wear fur!" makes for a pleasant catchphrase. (The Blemish)

ï Janet Jackson has been hospitalized with the flu. Much more plausible than "Exhaustion", to be sure. (I'm Not Obsessed)

ï Rebecca Romijn's lettuce heads. They're ripe, they're healthy, they're shilling for mall-slut store Bebe! (Popoholic)

ï Our favorite opiate connoisseur, Porky Petey Dough-erty, has returned to form. Now with video! (Drunken Stepfather)

ï And Pete's ex, Kate Moss, sports some really sharp needles of her own. (Taxi Driver)

ï Jerry O'Connell has hot wife; poor self-esteem. (The Blemish)

ï Famous nipples met flash, and a beautiful friendship was borned unto us. (Cityrag)

ï Leelee Sobieski is packin' mad mammage. (Daily Stab)

ï Jessica Simpson navigates metal grate in stilettos. Hilarity ensues. (Egotastic!)

ï Eva Mendes shills for Campari. Up next, CelebNewsWire promotes Alize and Blue Nun! (Derek Hail)

ï Rihanna and Josh Hartnett are doin' it: their babies will be large of forehead and beady of eye. (I Don't Like You In That Way)

ï Which is causing poor Shia the Beef to marinate himself in a nice vodka rub. (PopCrunch)

ï Rebecca De Mornay? No, Rebecca Dui Mornay. (TMZ)

"I got a series of letters from a guy who would go on and on, in very strange bubbly, cursive handwriting, about my 'luscious melons'. ''Dear Rebecca, I love to look at pictures of you and your luscious melons. I would like to see a picture of your luscious melons in a pink bikini or maybe your luscious melons in a black bikini. When's your birthday? Mine's February 2nd. What's your favourite food? Back to your luscious melons… luscious melons… luscious melons…luscious melons.' It went on and on."

In a related story, a purple glitter pen and reams of paper with "Mr. Rebecca Romijn. Mr. and Mrs. Rebecca Romijn. Rebecca Romijn-Tucci" were found in the home of Stanley Tucci.

Rebecca's naked, luscious melons are ripe at MrSkin.com.

1. Scarlett Johansson
2. Jessica Simpson
3. Salma Hayek
4. Halle Berry
5. Jessica Alba
6. Tyra Banks
7. Jennifer Love Hewitt
8. Rebecca Romijn
9. Lindsay Lohan
10. Brittany Murphy

We thought that by the time we were done typing out those names we'd have thought of a funny bazoom-related joke, but we're, uh, a little busy right now and think that you're perfectly capable of providing your own wit today, you lazy bastards.

All of these ladies are at MrSkin.com. Some of them even show off their award-winning chests–naked. We suggest you start with Halle Berry's million-dollar melons.

I love to be nude and I love sex. Being a dominatrix in the bedroom, sex in cars and in public places all turn me on. And I love fantasising about being naked on an island with lots of other naked people.

Wow. And what about her favorite part of her body? Surprisingly it's her ears.

Having them kissed turns me on like nothing else. They're easily my most erogenous zone.

We take back any doubts we may have had about the Random Celebrity Gossip Generator; it now surpasses the Flowbee as our favorite invention of the past twenty years.

Now that you're imagining Rebecca naked, see her for yourself at MrSkin.com.

Stern asked Stamos if he'd thought Teri Hatcher has had too much plastic surgery. Stamos replied:

"Yeah, you know sheís ok. I actually saw her the other night, we were at that Ryan Seacrest thing and she came out and kept trying to kiss me in front of all of the cameras."

John was apparently involved with Denise Richards post-Charlie and pre-Richie. He said:

"The truth was weíre really good friends and when she was going through her divorce, I was there for her. We had dated you know years before for a while. This time around was just kind of a fast thing and she was going through a hard time. I felt bad that we couldnít continue on, but it was a bad timing thing. Sheís a great mom and sheís a very hands-on mom, you know, and dating women with kids is tough."

And just call him Richie Stamboros, because he almost had Heather Locklear in her prime, too:

I met her one time and we got really drunk and she asked me to go up to her room with her. But I was a kid and she was getting me plastered, we were playing quarters and by the end I couldnít even hit the quarter on the table. So she said why donít you come up to my room in a few minutes, Iím going to take a shower, and I was like yeah, you know, Iím going to do this. The next thing I remember, I woke up with barf all over my room and security was pounding on the door because I had to get to the show. I was in my own room, I just missed the whole thing!

And speaking of being too drunk to hump, John mentined that he had also done it with Brat Pack era Demi Moore, but he could barely remember the act due to his drug use at the time. See, Nancy Reagan had it all wrong when she waged a war on drugs. Her slogan should have been "Don't Do Drugs Because You Will Get to Have Sexual Intercourse With Incredibly Sexy and Rich Hollywood Starlets But Then You Won't Remember It So Basically It's Like You Never Banged Them in the First Place." Which doesn't have the same memorable ring to it as "Just Say No," we admit. But it probably would have been much more effective. Guess we'll never know. Thanks a lot, Nancy Reagan.

Teri Hatcher's hairy snatcher at MrSkin.com.

Denise: also there, also naked.

Heather Locklear's there.

And wouldn't ya know it, so's Demi.

No, really. We’re not being cute. Everybody’s on the cover.

How fitting, and how vaguely depresssing, that the swimsuit issue be released (along with gallons of man-seed and countless tears) on Valentine’s Day. This year those zany nuts at SI have really outdone themselves, with a veritable who’s who of past coverboobs to visually entice you. Thrill to: Elsa Benitez, Veroinca Varekova, Elle MacPherson, Rebecca Romijn (no Stamos), Rachel Hunter, Daniela Pestova, Yamila Diaz-Rahl, and Carolyn Murphy. At first, we were ready to use our copy as an adult diaper when we saw no Petra Nemcova on the cover. No triumphant bikini-filling from the broken supermodel injured in the 2004 tsunami? That’s just cruel and un-American. But she’s inside the pages as well. Apparently, nearly dying in one of Earth’s greatest natural disasters does not warrant you a cover shot; however, if you flog sparkly lip goo during America’s Next Top Model while uttering the shit-hot catchphrase, “Smells like cupcakes!” you’re golden.

See more of Elle’s belles at MrSkin.com.

And there are pics and clips of Heidi Klum in nothing but body paint at Egotastic.