I am a big fan of the show "Ugly Betty." It regularly makes me laugh, and sometimes makes me cry, and it always entertains.
Lately, though, my love affair with the show has been fading. You see, there was a pregnancy story line. The main character's sister, Hilda, accidentally got knocked up.
Uggh. Not just a pregnancy story line, but an oops to boot.
I stuck with it though, and watched last night's episode. Hilda was going to have an ultrasound, and the whole family was going along, so they could get a glimpse of the new addition. At this point in the show, I turned to Hubby, and, in my wallowing-in-self-pity voice, said "I'm sorry. You'll never get to experience that." Turns out, I was wrong.
Because at the doctor's office, they couldn't find a heartbeat. And boy oh boy, do we know what that is like.
Afterwards, Hilda's boyfriend reassured her that they would still be a family, baby or no. It's like they stole a page from my life story.
It was sort of surreal, to see something so close to me on a television show. However, it seems a little like they might gloss over the emotional aspects of miscarriage, the long lasting repercussions that shatter your soul and your sense of self, the grief that grabs you and won't let go. I don't know, because the miscarriage was revealed towards the end of the show, but it's just a feeling.
I'll stick with it though, just to see. And I'll probably have a few laughs along the way.