Skip the first two paragraphs if you taped Grey's Anatomy last night and haven't seen it yet...
So I'm still reeling a bit from last night's Grey's Anatomy episode. I have to admit something--I don't like the "thing" that makes for "good television" (and all of that is in quotes because the element of surprise is what others believe makes for good television. What I personally believe makes for good television is attractive people, interesting recipes that are completely vegetarian, and more attractive people. But I probably need to admit that I'm either watching television for the eye candy or the recipes). I don't like my emotions being jerked around. If someone is going to die, I'm fine with them dying. Television doesn't need to be an hour of happiness. But I really dislike the whole you-think-Meredith-Grey-is-going-to-die-but-she-is-actually-going-to-live-and-the-person-you-think-is-in-no-danger-of-dying-is-going-to-kick-it-by-the-end-of-the-episode.
So these are my predictions for next week's conclusion, and feel free to offer up your own thoughts as a little distraction during your wait (because at any given moment, it feels like 3/4th of the infertile world is waiting for something: for a cycle to begin, for a beta to be drawn, for referral papers to arrive, for a donor to be chosen): I think Meredith will live AND she will have literally no brain damage. Everyone else in this world would have brain damage, but she will miraculously recover. BUT I also believe that either George or Burke are going to kick it by the end of the episode. I'm thinking George and that Callie is pregnant. So George will be gone, but he'll live on still in Callie's baby (and I will have to watch her be pregnant for the remainder of the season and I will start disliking her character because--come on--she got pregnant without trying and if George was alive, she would be questioning whether or not she should keep the pregnancy because that seems to be what all the doctors on this show do once they become pregnant). My second choices is that Burke will die which will send Christina into a tail-spin because she will realize that while he was alive and she was engaged to him, she still thought of Meredith as her closest friend and not Burke.
Whoever gets the closest guess to what actually happens will get a special prize in next week's Friday Blog Roundup...
And I'd like to say a special thank you to my Mommy at this point. My mother can predict the unfolding of a television show or movie like no one else in this world. And since I don't like to be surprised--ever--I often call her to ask what will happen next. And. She. Is. Always. Right. Right now, I watch two television shows each week, but I've only gotten her to watch one along with me and tell me what happens. I totally know who is going to be murdered on Desperate Housewives this week AND I know who commits the murder.
Hey, I figure I get enough surprises with hoohaahooterus (which is my new name for all my sexual organs AND hormone levels--I needed to sum them all up in a little package--oh, and throw in my blood clotting stuff too. And hoohaahooterus just rolls off the tongue and it sounds fun. And I am trying to think of my uterus and ovaries and progesterone and estrogen levels as a happy party in this new stage of positive thinking) that I don't need surprises in my two hours of television watching a week.
On a final television note, a friend from college, Joley, who has been reading this blog and never knew that he would discover so much about my hoohaahooterus back when we were literary magazine editors together, wrote a book about Lost and Powell's has him blogging about each episode afterwards (that's the archive page where you can click and read the entire entry). If you watch this show and you love knowing all the literary and pop culture references, read his blog.
And I can't believe I just spent that much time discussing television.
Adrienne at Max's Mommy has possibly the funniest list of pre-period symptoms ever (go on, click on the link, it won't hurt you). Number two is my favourite. And while I feel badly for her husband for his recently headlessness, my heart is going out to Adrienne who was home worrying through a child's fever last night. And her more recent post shows how the hand of secondary infertility caresses every moment in a life.
Bleu at Soulbliss explores grief in a post this week called "Good Grief." She lost her pregnancy last week and she could use the additional support right now. I think this is an important post to read for anyone who is currently grieving. Or who has grieved in the past. Or who possibly might grieve in the future. In other words, all of us. I love her final lines: "I am getting through it. I have moments of deep gripping, soul crippling pain, and I have moments of relative normalcy. I have all of it, and it is simply that part of life none of us can escape."
Demented Delusions has an entry this week about the now-infamous Starbucks cup that I hadn't heard about until I read her blog. I'm really being pulled in several directions with this: (1) the word desperate shows a strong bias, (2) when I go into a clothing store, I want an article of clothing. When I go into a Starbucks, I want a drink. When I open up the newspaper, I want to read opinions and news. I do not need any coffee while I'm shopping for shirts and I don't need opinions on the side of my cup when I'm going to get a drink, (3) in a world that brushes infertility, adoption, et al under the carpet, I like that they are opening up a conversation and not adding to the invisibility, and (4) if she had not directed her comments towards those experiencing infertility but rather towards the entire world, I would actually like the sentiment. She just needs to remove the first sentence entirely from the quote. So four directions.
I really love this post on The Waiting Game about secondary infertility seen through the eyes of a three-year-old. Just love it. Also, head over and vote for the Irish Blog Awards because she is nominated for three.
I had chills go down my arms and I had a good cry last night when I read "Creation" on Paper Pregnant's blog: an ode to her daughter Ava, who died at 36 weeks, on the anniversary of the day she was conceived. It takes you through the miracle of that conception to the heartbreaking conclusion. And it's just a gorgeous post.
Elan Austere did a gift exchange with a pomegranate theme with six other women. And she posted her pomegranate paintings on her blog. And they're beautiful. Looking down at my pomegranate-coloured thread as I type this.
I'll finish off with some good, bizarre fun. Liana at Welcome to the Dollhouse has this really funny post this week called "How Smart is Your Foot?" I couldn't get my foot to stop switching directions. Go to her blog and try this exercise. But while you're there, also read her most recent entry about Amazon.com and their baby registry. It's one of those incidences where whoever created the computer program for the registry did so with a narrow scope of paths to parenthood. But perhaps with enough people explaining the actual needs of the people utilizing the registry, they will work to change this policy. At least, that's what I'd like to hope. So start writing and calling.