You know, the “very special episode” of Growing Pains or Who’s the Boss. Yeah, yeah I’m dating myself. I already told you I’m 40 so who’s surprised? Anyway, that’s not the sitcom I mean.
Stop reading if you don’t want How I Met Your Mother spoilers.
How I Met Your Mother is one of my favorite sitcoms on television right now. It’s funny and has wonderful actors. Last night’s episode had me in tears. I knew what was happening. The first time Lily threw up I turned to Mr. Pithecus and said, “She’s pregnant.” Every time she hurled, “They’re going to have her be pregnant.”
Yet when she came into the room to announce to Marshall that she was, indeed, pregnant. I felt like I was slapped in the face. “I hate everyone.” And I cried.
When you can’t get pregnant, and it seems everyone around you is, (no really, my best friend, my sister-in-law and most recently, my only confidant I was able to say the awful things that come to mind when yet another friend tells me they are pregnant, which I can no longer say to her, or anyone now), even sitcoms remind you of how you are not pregnant. Because in these sitcoms (or even dramas) no matter what the problem is, they end up with a baby anyway.
If you watch the show, you will remember that they “couldn’t” get pregnant, and they had been trying for THREE WHOLE MONTHS. Of course, I expect the “We just stopped trying and it happened!” crap.
On Friends, Monica couldn’t have a baby, but found a random chick willing to give her and Chandler her unborn child. Turned out to be twins. Also on Friends, Phoebe had babies for her brother and his wife. All as easy as pie.
On Rules of Engagement, apparently her inability to get knocked up was a uterus thing and not an egg thing so all they had to do was take her eggs and mix em with his sperm and stick em in their willing lesbian surrogate. Easy peasy.
I get it. Infertility isn’t funny. No one wants to see a woman devastated every single day. The reality is, lots of women don’t get to tie everything up in that neat little bow. Fertility treatments suck. You get pumped full of hormones, stuck with a needle every damn day, blood tests and internal ultrasounds every 3 or so days. Not to mention all the money and time and emotional stress.
I would also like to point out that most of the stuff I describe above is done for surrogate (and donor egg) stuff too. The surrogate/donor and your cycle has to be brought together by pumping in hormones and the one who is having the eggs retrieved has to get the stim shots. Also, the ease in which these people find women willing to carry and give birth to a child for them is ridiculous. That is asking a lot of someone. Carrying and birthing a child changes and can damage one’s body irreparably.
Not to mention the money involved in all of this. My husband and I are lucky enough to have great insurance and the ability to cover stuff that isn’t covered. Not many are as lucky. IVFs (which I may never be a candidate for, being a very poor responder) run $12,000-$20,000. Each time. Donor eggs? Around $40,000. Adoption?? Over the course of the whole thing could run $30,000 to $50,000+. Just adopt, my ass.


























