Baby Fever

I came up with the title for this post before I even wrote anything down. I usually don't do this. The title typically comes either half-way through or when I am done writing a post. I was having a hard time coming up with a subject however, so I decided to spark my creativity by thinking of a title first.

From the way I see it I have one of three options for this posts subject based on the title I chose (Baby Fever):

Option 1. Talk about my borderline creepy obsession with cute babies. Specifically how much I adore my four month old niece, Madison. 

Option 2. Talk about actual situations in which a baby's body temperature exceeds 100.4 degrees Fahrenheit or 38.00000000000001 degrees Celsius. (Also would include short commentary on temperature taking methods and how they can be improved).  

Option 3. Give an in-depth analysis and review of the Lifetime television movie "The Pregnancy Pact".

The decision was easier than it probably should have been. We're going with option 3.

I haven't actually seen the movie in a while but I remember enough of it, I think, to give an extremely biased opinion.

Basically the premise of the move is that these friends in high school all really want babies. They make a promise to each other that they will get pregnant at the same time and eventually do. It is important to point out that this movie is based on a true story. A fact that increases one's anger while watching the movie. 

Anger, that's the only real word I can use to describe what I felt while watching "The Pregnancy Pact." My favorite moment was when after finding out she is pregnant, one of the fifteen year olds says something like "So this must be what Jamie Lynn Spears feels like!" I nearly spat out my orange juice.

You can't help but hate the characters in this movie. (That being said you can't really help but hate the character's in every Lifetime movie.) It aggravates me just to write about it. But like anything that is terrible, it's hard to look away. For some reason I enjoy watching things like this just so I can upset myself. It's for this same reason that I sometimes listen the Jonas Brothers' song "The Year 3000".  IT IS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE. but I still listen to it, not as a guilty pleasure, but rather, a guilty shame. I like the fact that I can listen to it and recognize how terrible it is. It lets me know that I am neither tasteless nor ridiculous and that I have grounds for hating them and their music.

The same goes for this movie. For me it reaffirmed the fact that 15 year olds who make a pact to get pregnant because they want to raise their babies together are some of the stupidest people on earth. I think mothers should give their daughters a good shaking every once in a while.

The naivete that is involved in the teenage years is a horrible but necessary thing. It is what provides adults with the right to look at their children with contempt when they do stupid things. It's part of the circle of life. You do stupid things as a teenager and then as an adult you get mad at teenagers for doing stupid things and then you die and become grass and then the antelope eat the grass and then we eat the antelope etc etc. 

It's inescapable. Unless you're like me, and you plan on forcing your teenage daughter to wear shirts that say things like. "My Father will stab you" or "I have disease".

No daughter of mine will ever feel what it is like to be Jamie Lynn Spears, pregnancy pact, or no pregnancy pact. 

I give this movie 2 placentas out of 5.