Friday, August 9, 2013

Loving Jimmy Fallon

Here's a confession that is no surprise to anyone who actually knows me: I love celebrity gossip. I know it's dumb. I still love it. And I love stupid TV. So sue me. I can be an intellectual AND watch Princesses of Long Island at the same time. It's called mental multi-tasking.

As my fertility issues have dragged on, one thing that has seriously irked me is the glowing announcements of elderly celebrities just thrilled to be - surprise! - pregnant at the age of 85. Good for you! IVF donor egg confessions anyone? No, I didn't think so. You're naturally lean and muscled, love a good burger and got pregnant via sexual intercourse despite the fact that you're pre-menopausal. I one-hundred-percent believe everything you told People Magazine to print. So, when Jimmy Fallon announced that he and his 46-year-old wife had a baby named Winnie, my initial response was twofold: 1) Winnie is possibly the cutest name ever. Good work. 2) Forty six? What a flip-flapping miracle a la Virgin Mary Halle Berry. I decided to focus on the stellar name choice and moved on. Then, this morning, my beloved People.com published a story where Jimmy states that Winnie was carried by a surrogate and says, unapologetically, that they had struggled with infertility before turning to surrogacy. Bravo! Thank you! Thanks for being honest and not pretending that your lovely wife is one of the three women in the world (Halle) who has primo eggs in her mid-forties. I am forever impressed by people's honesty about infertility and miscarriage. It makes it so much easier for those of us in the trenches. If this kid sticks, I feel like I'll want to tell the universe how hard won it was.

A quick update. I am doing pretty well. Still bouncing among scared-anxious-thrilled-beatific. Yesterday was my "ectopic" phase. S assured me that I would go through an "ectopic" and "molar" pregnancy freakout before I accepted that I had an intrauterine pregnancy. Molar seems like a bit of a stretch but she was on the money with ectopic. J assured me I was mildly nuts. I told him that I felt twinges on my right side and he said it was only because I was thinking about twinges on my right side. Maybe, maybe not. Ectopics happen! Then again, so do brain tumors and bank heists. Not worth worrying over at this juncture.

Mental issues aside, physically I am tired, feeling generally "meh" and my boobs have varying degrees of tenderness throughout the day. I'm also having the craziest night sweats ever which, Dr. Google tells me, are due to fluxuations in hormones. It's disgusting or charming depending on whether you're into wet sheets.

Signing off, with much love.

6 comments:

  1. I saw that Jimmy's wife was 46 and was wondering...I'm glad he is being so open about it. That's awesome!

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  2. You're so funny. Glad things are still going well! Don't worry too much!

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  3. Good for Jimmy. We need to get some publicity here, and the Rancics have done enough.

    P.S. Do you watch The Soup at all? I've never seen Long Island Princesses, but the clips Joel McHale has shown making fun of that girl who can't finish her own sentences make me snort with laughter.

    P.P.S. My own guilty pleasure is The Millionaire Matchmaker. I just... can't not like it. It delights and entertains me.

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    1. I don't watch The Soup but I probably should. I think I'm too busy watching the actual shows he's making fun of.

      I love Millionaire Matchmaker. Such a horrific car crash of a show.

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  4. Let this be a coming out party for all us intellectuals who also shamelessly enjoy trashy reality TV and celebrity gossip - I can't get enough of the real housewives, the bachelor and that old standby, People magazine. And now we've been validated - how would we know about Jimmy's refreshing reveal without regularly reading this stuff?

    Also, I totally went through a serious ectopic phase - Dr. Google is such a dangerous mistress. Hang in there!

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    1. I am way out of the closet on my love of trash tv and celebrity gossip. I didn't choose this, I was born this way.

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