I'm done. I've had it. I don't want to hear anymore. See anymore. Read anymore. Or feel anymore. And the latter is all that television, movies and writings about television and movies have made me do for the past few months. Can't a woman get a break without hiding under a rock? I can't even load my e-mail or my RSS reader without being slapped in the face as of late.

With what? Fertility, infertility, adoption and any variation thereof.

Except when I'm judging local newscasts for errors, grammar and general look and feel, I don't really want to put too much thought into my television time. That time isn't very long nor does it often happen uninterrupted so I like it when my time spent involves a few laughs and very little emotional investment on my part.

Too bad for me.

Juno and August Rush seem to be the first in a long running series of non-Lifetime, feature film movies that push past a line of comfort for me. Coming soon to theaters near you are two more movies that hit on topics that are near and dear to the adoption triad's collective heart. I've written about Then She Found Me before as well as reviewed the book. The movie is set to release on May 2 of this year. Just prior to that, on my birthday, a movie entitled Baby Mama is sure to annoy the pants off of me and viewers like me. While not exactly about adoption, the storyline follows a woman who hires a surrogate who, once pregnant, finds herself without anywhere to live. Can you see where that story is going?

Ugh.

As if it couldn't get any worse, Fox has a new show titled The Return of Jezebel James. Unlike others shows which have featured sub-lots of surrogacy, adoption and infertility, this show is solely based on the topic. Or, perhaps I should use past tense: Fox had a new show. With ridiculously low ratings, the show was recently cancelled after the third episode aired (and flopped). While analysts are blaming the Friday night time-slot, I like to believe that the rest of the viewing world is sick and tired of story lines like this as well. That said, I'm super afraid one of my favorite shows is going to employ either an adoption or surrogacy storyline some time in the next season or two but I won't hypothesize. I'll just hope that the words a recent character said were nothing more than a way to pass ten seconds of air time.

I don't know what the sudden influx of movies and television shows dedicated to the topic is about but it sure is working my last nerve. In the past, if I wanted to avoid adoption and fertility type movies, I just had to avoid Lifetime. Now they're all over my television screen, my internet haunts and billboards. They're talked about on morning news shows and featured in newspapers. I cannot get away, no matter how hard I try to avoid the subjectry to keep some semblance of sanity. While I write about these topics on a regular basis, I like my entertainment time (however infrequent) to be calm and lack triggers. As of late, that's been all but impossible.

What about you? Birth parent or not, has the recent hub-bub over these topics in entertainment left you wishing you could throw your television out the window? Do tell.

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