SO, HOW'S YOUR DAY GOING?

Would you like to hear how MY day started?

Actually, today started as any normal work day - woke up clenching my gut, writhing in the pain of nausea. Took a shower, dried my hair, threw on some clothes and left my house at 7:00AM, ready for my 1-1/2 to 2 hour commute to work.

Except this morning had one key difference - instead of drinking a large glass of orange juice before I left the house, I decided to make some pink lemonade. I just really wasn't in the mood for (the thought of it made me gag) orange juice, and pink lemonade sounded like it would hit the spot.

Hit the spot it did. Right when I was in the worst of the Expressway morning gridlock.

The overwhelming need to puke just took over every one of my senses. It is incredibly difficult to concentrate on driving amidst nasty Boston drivers on arguably the worst traffic situation this wonderful city has to offer, let alone trying to hold back vomit that cannot be held back. I rolled down the windows to get fresh air, as the tears streamed from the outer corners of my eyes.

Mind you, there is no breakdown lane in this section of route 93. Of course.

An exit! I see an exit about 50 yards ahead of me. Crawling at no more than 5 miles an hour, I slowly begin the tricky process of changing lanes and cutting off other drivers so that I can take this upcoming exit. My entire body is wretching and convulsing. I am amazed, AMAZED, that at this point I still have not puked all over my sweater.

After 2 long minutes, which felt like 10 hours, I took the exit ramp and for a minute considered pulling onto the center grass, because I just had this feeling I wasn't going to make it. But, I kept going, and at the end of the exit ramp I turned right and saw heaven - a breakdown lane under the bridge up ahead.

I pulled over, threw my hazard lights on and grabbed my bucket. I started puking like I have never puked before - and not to be gross (as if this post isn't gross enough already) it was all bright pink. Bad morning beverage choice, I guess! Cars are whizzing by me and I am still face in bucket, puking and puking and puking. It can't get any worse than this, right?

Wrong.

"Knock, knock," I hear on the passenger seat window. Oh my God, humiliation!!!!

I lift my head from the bucket to see a State Trooper standing next to my car.

I roll down the window, mortified.

"Everything all right in there?" he asks.

I start a combination of laughing / crying. "I am so sorry," I tell him. By the way, why am I apologizing? "I was on 93 and had to throw up - there was nowhere to pull over so I thought this was a better spot!"

"You're sick? Do you need an ambulance?"

"No, I am pregnant - in two minutes this will be all over and I will move along."

He started laughing. He gave me a big smile and said "Hope you feel better, hon, good luck!" and went back to his car. I guess it is true that you can get away with anything around men when you are pregnant.

As I predicted, two minutes later I was fine. I pulled out from under the bridge, banged a U-ey and merged back into traffic.

Except...(this is evidence that pregnancy is making me lose brain cells)...why, when I was pulled over on the side of the road, did I still choose to throw up IN my car, IN a bucket? I could have walked over to the sidewalk under the bridge and let 'er rip.

Furthermore, when I was done puking in the bucket, why didn't I dump it out on said side of the road before getting back on the highway?

It was a very pleasant remainder of my commute to work with a bucket full of puke sitting on my passenger seat next to me.

So, how is YOUR day going????

"INCONCEIVABLE"

Ugh...I am not sure how I feel about this one. Mostly, I think NBC is missing a big opportunity here. (Bad enough that they are moving my beloved "West Wing" from Wednesdays to Sunday nights!)

Coming this fall to NBC, Fridays at 10:00PM:

"'Inconceivable' - This delightful ensemble drama concerns one of the most complicated questions: to conceive or not to conceive. The doctors of the Family Options Fertility Clinic are on a noble quest to help desperate couples give birth. Except these doctors are often distracted by their personal quests involving sex, deception and secrets. Navigating through ultrasounds and super-egos, missing frozen embryos and impending malpractice suits, it's positively clear that life inside this clinic is anything but sterile. Cast: Ming-Na, Jonathan Cake, David Norona, Kevin Alejandro, Joelle Carter, Mary Catherine Garrison."

Doesn't this sound more like a comedy of errors than a serious look at a very serious, NOT comical subject?

It would be wonderful if I thought this show stood a chance of educating the masses about what it is we have all endured. What it is that the infertile couples actually go through and experience. How hard it is, even with the most advanced science, to conceive. Instead it classifies the infertile couples as "desperate" and depicts the clinic members as a bunch of horny klutzes.

I also fear a barrage of assvice and complete and total misinformation will spew forth from this show.

Ugh.

Of course, I will watch it. ;-)

I will try to give it the benefit of the doubt and maybe, just maybe, I will be pleasantly surprised.

But honestly, it sounds to me that a better title for this show would have been "Desperate Infertiles".