Signs of the Impending Apocalypse

I have found two fairly reliable metrics in my life to determine how close I am to completely losing my shit:

no good can come from this....

1. How close I've come to crying in public
2. The quality of television/movies I choose to pass the time with.

Post IUI this morning I cried in the parking lot, then went home and rented Magic Mike.

Shits about to get real, folks.

Infertility, Pregnancy and Childbirth in the Media

OR: Shit that has made me "Claire Danes Cry" on my couch

Say what you will, but that woman
*commits* to her ugly sob.

Maybe I'm just more sensitive to it lately, but I've been noticing a lot more infertility, pregnancy and childbirth story-lines in everyone's favorite escape from the crushing realities of their lives: television and movies.

What follows in the good, the bad and the ugly of what I've encountered.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Obligatory "its been awhile!" post

Wow, imaginary readers, its been awhile!

A lot has happened in the past 7 months that have required me to develop new and exciting coping mechanisms!  One such coping mechanism, I've decided, is writing more.  I want to journal (read: incomprehensibly spew my overly emotional day to day thoughts onto this blog in a way I will undoubtedly retrospectively regret) Boy are you all lucky!

Anyway, here's the highlight reel or the past 7 months.