(I promise I’m getting to Chrys’ meme, got a backorder of posts first!)

So I like Top Chef.  I take that back- I love Top Chef.  Love it.

Last week was the finale and as usual there was something like a three month break between the episode before and the finale.

In one of the previous episodes the chefs had worked with children and Richard had made the comment that the experience made him want to go home and start a family- “make little Blaises.”

The finale starts (they’ve been home three months previous) and I said out loud to myself…

You know, I’m going to be pissed as hell if Richard gets on and says his wife is pregnant.

I kid you not- not ten minutes into the finale, BAM!  Richard’s wife is pregnant.

Fast forward to this evening.  It is the wrap up show.  Now not only is Richard’s wife still pregnant but ready to drop a shorty at any moment.

Don’t get me wrong- I’m happy for this guy I’ve never met.  But still, welcome to the sometimes crappy part of being infertile- when you feel like everyone, even strangers on the tv, are getting pregnant and having children while you sit around waiting.  And waiting.  And waiting.

And waiting…