I am feeling tons better (thank you!) and back to work with my head firmly atop my torso.
The upside to being sick is a lot of couch time, and therefore, a lot of TV time. After copious amounts of channel surfing I’ve come to the conclusion that regular TV programming is pretty boring and repetitive. There are some exceptions.
I caught up on the Top Chef marathon last week and awaiting the finale. Is it me, or is there something very magnetic about Tom Colicchio? He can cook for me anytime. lol.
I wasted hours I’ll never get back watching Celebrity Rehab “Sober House” (is it wrong that I feel sad for Andy D.ick?) and Rock of Love (where do they GET these vapid skanks???)
But my favorite catch-up was Dr. 90210. He may be a master of plastic surgery, but Dr. Rey is a BONEHEAD when it comes to female reproduction. His wife (who seems really sweet, but spends far too much time locked up in their mansion) thought she “could” be pregnant. A conversation ensures where Dr. Rey says (and I am paraphrasing here)… “I just KNOW you are pregnant. You are MOODY and you have been eating A LOT.” Wow. Now that is a diagnosis. When the test is ultimately negative, Mrs. (Hayley) Rey adds “my pregnancies never show up on a pregnancy test when my period is due”. Apparently she is not infertile NOR a follower of Taking Charge of Your Fertility. For this fact, I am uber jealous, because I am reminded that most women are fertile beings like Hayley, not bitter and subfertile like me. Plus, her husband is a plastic surgeon. I mean, come ON!
I resisted throwing my banana peel at the TV mocking the injustices of the world.
I then thanked the heavens that Dr. Rey is not a Reproductive Endocrinologist. Although, if I am in the market for a boob job and a tummy tuck he’s the guy I want doing it.
Perhaps I should take the money for the donor cycle and just get that done instead?
Nah. I’d rather be flabby with a baby in my arms.