So I've been catching up on Grey's Anatomy and I was quite amused by the way they've been showing Meredith Grey's pregnancy.
Christina noticed the pregnancy because of Meredith's 'massive boobs' as well as the fact that she's been crying at the drop of a hat. Totally Hollywood, right?
Real pregnancy is completely different. I mean ok, my maternity coat is fine on my tummy and won't close over my boobs, but that's probably a coincidence, right?
Anyway, a typical day in my life is nothing like Meredith Grey's sobfest.
Take this morning: It is perfectly reasonable to have a little cry because my laryngitis means that baby is not getting to know the sound of my voice right now.
And honestly, who *wouldn't* have cried after driving an hour to the hospital only to discover she'd left payment for her ultrasound at home?
Also, tears of joy when looking at 'textbook' images of the four chambers of your child's heart? What am I, a stone?
Still, I smiled so hard on my way back to my car that my face actually started to hurt. Definitely a good sign. I beamed and wiggled my head along to the radio on my drive home. The epitome of reasonableness.
And then, at the Red Cow, a white van in front of me crashed into the estate car in front of it. Well, that's clearly unfair. I mean, there I was ten feet away, full to the brim with joy and these two people had just had their day ruined! So I shed a little tear for them. Maybe two. Look, who actually *counts* tears anyway?
So yes, I think Hollywood has a long way to come in depicting the realities of pregnancy. Silly melodramatic scriptwriters! It's almost enough to make a girl cry...
