Just as predictable as the police showing up at the wedding (come on, if they didn't show up at the ceremony, they had to show up at the reception) is Mel blogging about the botched IVF storyline on Desperate Housewives. You've got to be freakin' kidding me.
Not only was it the least realistic IVF cycle IN HISTORY (don't quiz me right now on why it made me so pissed off because I've put it out of my mind. That's how deeply I suppressed it), but they finished off the storyline by having (1) the wrong embryo transferred (TRANSFERRED--not implanted--idiots idiots--you transfer an embryo) but (2) the couple lose the baby without one shred of emotion except some controlled anger with the fertility clinic doctor. They go home without a child and there is not one tear, not one conversation about loss or grief, not one speech about desperately wanting the child they had been carrying through surrogacy for nine months. And where is this child now? Left at the hospital? Given to the couple who produced the embryo? Can you imagine that phone call? Um...we seem to have transferred your embryo to another couple. And they just gave birth through their surrogate. So...congratulations. You just became parents. It's that simple. Come on.
Give me ONE storyline where the couple wants a child, overcomes huge obstacles, and goes home to raise their child happily ever after. You can choose the method to parenthood--I'm not picky. A realistic adoption. A realistic IVF cycle. A realistic surrogacy storyline. Donor egg? Insemination? Anyone?
Just one storyline where the emotional aspects and financial aspects and physical aspects of infertility are presented to the public. Without a laugh track (because, truly, I don't know about you, but except for laughing through tears when my husband whispered something like "boom chica wah wah" in my ear during an insemination to make me feel more sexy, I never laughed during fertility treatments. Oh...except for the times I made my husband sit across from me and pinch the fat on his stomach when I had to give myself an injection so I wasn't the only person pinching fat in the room. But other than those two times...). Without apology or simplifying or dumbing down. Just a good, old-fashioned IVF cycle where the doctor uses the term "retrieval" and "transfer" to discuss retrieval and transfer.
I have got to get to Hollywood. Kick down the office doors at ABC (also home to Grey's Anatomy!) with my steel-toed, knee-high boots. Or...um...my size eight Keens. Whichever seem more impressive.