shallow, insipid and unconvincing

I first watched this film when i was about 18 with my mum on a sunday afternoon, whilst she did some ironing and i was revising for my history a-level. To be honest i wasn't paying all that much attention but i thought, at the time, the premise was a bit stupid. These people going to such extraordinary, albeit funny, lengths just to have a baby. I was young and couldn't comprehend why they'd want to. I'm twenty-five now and married. My husband and i have been trying to get pregnant since our wedding night, almost six years ago. It hasn't happened. It's been an agonising, but consistent, failed endeavour.

So in the midst of our painfully slow infertility investigations i decided to re-watch this film. I'm not quite sure why, maybe it was to humour myself, maybe it was to gain a little perspective, maybe it's because i'm a complete masochist and wallowing in my own self-deprecation at life's cruel desire to deprive me of the one thing i want most - a baby! Or perhaps, and here's what i suspected to be the likely reasoning, in my newfound empathy for childlessness and it's sheer roller-coaster-of-emotions characteristics, i thought watching this film again in my current predicament might allow me to give it more credit than i originally did.

I was wrong...and I was right at the same time. I had it right the first time. This movie deserves no credit. If it was attempting a sympathetic, or even, dare i say it an empathetic approach to infertlity it missed the mark by a long shot. I felt myself cringe when i watched this. There is little comedy to be derived out of this situation i can assure you. I was galled by this movie all over again. I felt impassioned enough to come and write this post. Of all the tears i've cried over my inabilty to get pregnant, my (what i sometimes feel) under-achievement as a woman and a wife, my over-bearing need to be comforted during those dark days, month after month, cycle after cycle when i realise i've failed again, those tears where made a mockery of by the BBC. This is how i felt, and such a strong reaction could probably be attributed to over-worked, elevated (and might i add vertigo-ed)hormones but i felt this. I was pretty incensed.

A little more research, a little more effort, a little more thought, a little more of everything it takes to tell a tale and this movie would probably still have been a load of *beep* but it may have had a trace of substance.

If i had the good-fortune to be suffering the inconvenience of pregnancy-induced nausea right now i would be wretching over the how truly sickening this film is. If ever the BBC feels the overwhelming need to make a production that delves into an issue as momentous as this one again, please just consider moving away from the shallow end of the water.

I really could go on and on but i have basal body temperatures to take, EWCM to be checking, essential BD'ing to be doing, agnus castus to be stewing (anybody involved in the production of this god-awful insult of a movie - do you have any idea what these acronyms even mean?!!!) so i'll be off.
To all fellow fertility-challenged people reading this - and i know you are because of your heartbreaking situation, it's like you can't help yourself - i wish you the very best of luck and hope your tardy stork someday finally arrives.