Thank you all for your kind and supportive comments on yesterday’s post. I’m not the first to experience pregnancy- and baby-induced anxiety in a public place–it’s not even a first for me–but it helps to know I’m not alone in feeling this way.
After our trip to hippie mama heaven–or, in my case, wanna-be hippie mama hell–the rest of the day was spent wallowing, napping, and watching the Olympics. Sustenance for the day can only be described as “carbolicious”: peanut butter crackers, orange flavored chocolate mousse/cake, burekas, popcorn, and soda. Most of which I immediately regretted eating.
Hubby took me to see a movie–Moonrise Kingdom, which I had been dying to see–and I was not disappointed. Much to my dismay, however, the previews included a “special” look at that (what I can only assume will be) sappy Timothy Green movie. I detest these previews, and this was the extended version, where mom- and dad-to-be, after lamenting the fact that their “doctor said” they can’t have children, make a list of all the qualities their perfect child would have, bury it in the back yard, and–presto!–a seven-year-old springs out of the mud to call them “mom” and “dad.” Bleh.
So, mere seconds before our film started, I was sitting in the theater, eyes burning and fighting back tears, with a hard ball of anger forming in my chest.
I can’t be the only one who finds this concept disgusting. Because there’s no child being grown in a garden somewhere for us. No cabbage-patch nursery where we can choose our child based on hair and eye color, freckles, and glasses. Who comes up with this shit?
The only film I’ve seen recently–maybe ever–that treats infertility realistically is Joy. It’s a small part of the plot but pivotal to the relationship it affects. And that is what is so moving.
No, wait–I thought of another one. Julie & Julia. According to the movie, Julia Child wanted children but, for whatever reason, was unable to. There’s even a scene where she reacts with tears at the announcement of her sister’s pregnancy. Who among us can’t relate to that?
Then there are the movies where I never see it coming. If anyone ever recommends the movie Chaos Theory–don’t do it! Especially if you’re dealing with male-factor infertility. It will only piss you off. Probably. Or maybe it’s just me.
Are there films you’ve seen recently that have handled the subject of infertility well, or do you avoid the topic at all costs when it comes to weekend entertainment?