Morning Crank

I have been in a good mood lately; I've been feeling optimistic about the pregnancy and the idea that the babies would stick around.  However, some things still have the power to irk me.

If you don't remember, Aleta St. Ja.mes made the news a year ago when she gave birth to her "miracle twins" at the ripe old age of 57.  I thought that she would disappear after having had her 15 minutes, but she popped up again on my TV this morning in a Today show interview where she was hocking her new book accompanied by her "miracle babies," who frankly, behaved like they were hopped up on crack.

I don't know what makes these particular childen "miracle" babies other than she had them past an age that I consider practical or appropriate, but I'm not one to judge her decision.  Somehow, the map of God's plan, which so many folks seem to have, has not yet fallen in my lap.  Remind me to pick one up next time I'm outside the Cash n' Carry.

While I can't pass judgement on her decision to have children, I'm not sure about using them to sell a book about she transformed her life and overcame her infertility partially through the use of "positive life-shifts."  Through these shifts, she realized her full potential and, in turn, can show us how to "create anything our heart desires."

What bothers me as much as the idea that infertility can be "cured" by the purchase of a book, tapes, etc.  --- geez, perhaps Randine Lew.is can tell me where I've heard that before, is the idea that all of our heart's desires can and should be realized, without negotiation.  If we don't have the things we so desperately want, the problem lies in ourselves.  Obviously, we haven't aligned our energies well enough, we haven't worked hard enough, we haven't bought the right books or enough of them or eaten the right food.  And Aleta St. Jame.s can tell us what to do.

I'm tired of this implicit blame game, which only exacerbates my own proclivity to distrust myself and my body, I really, really am.