I am a child of the 80’s/90’s. Born right on the cusp of big hair and grunge, I rocked the mall bangs and flannels, sported some neon ruffles and toned down with Doc Martins. My music style evolved from Alanis Morriset (girl knew how to handle angry music) and chillin’ with some Teen Spirit-when I wasn’t thinking of friends in low places or Tanya Tucker, that is. Every night when I was little we tuned in to M*A*S*H at 6:30, and my tween and high school years found me front and center on Thursday nights at 7 for a little Central Perk and the six friends that changed TV. It’s funny the things that bring back memories, isn’t it? I can still sing all the words to the theme song. Oh come on, you know you can too. Here’s a hint: So no one told you life was going to be this way…..See, I knew you could do it.
I loved Friends. I found a t-shirt once with two cups of coffee, separated by the words Central Perk and very nearly bought it, until I realized the cups sat right over my cups and perhaps Central Perk wasn’t the vocab to be flaunting on my chest. I can still remember my mom shaking her head NO. Oh well. I dreamed of growing up and having my own tight knit group to gather for coffee with at our favorite coffee shop and hash out our lives, hopes and dreams with. Not to mention always being at the height of fashion, and living in a stellar funky apartment in one of the best cities of the nation. Funny how those things we wish up as a girl so rarely come to fruition. Today, as I cleaned up the clutter of my kitchen table, nestled in my not so funky house, located in the middle of the sticks and far from the city life, an old rerun of Friends flickered to life on the TV. In the episode, Rachel (AKA Jennifer Aniston) had been admitted to the L&D ward, ready to give life to her babe. In the mean time, Monica (AKA Courtney Cox) decided to play a trick on her hubby Chandler (I can never remember his name) and told him that she was ready to have a baby. She said this, thinking it would freak him out-but it didn’t. He remarked that he was ready too-and they made the decision to start trying.
Now hindsight is 20/20, and I know now that their TV struggle for conception would be a long, arduous road-and likely mirrored a great deal the real life struggle that Courtney Cox faced. I remember sobbing through the very last episode. It aired right at the beginning of our struggle with infertility, and I kept wondering if that is how our story would go. Would we too receive the phone call saying our bodies were incompatible? Would we suffer through the heartache of home studies and waiting for our profile to be picked by a birth-mom? Back then I didn’t know-but my vision now has cleared. No, our story didn’t parallel Monica and Chandler, but we did suffer the same heartaches. And I wonder how many couples took hope in the fact that one of the most popular shows on TV was finally brining light to a topic that is so often in the dark.
I never did get that apartment in the city, and knowing my country boy husband, I likely never will. I’m beyond mall bangs (thank God), though my daughters sport some stellar neon. I don’t have that close group of friends all in one spot, mine are spread through out the nation. And my humble home will never be the rent-frozen apartment. But I still felt the emotions of those characters. National Infertility Awareness Week starts tomorrow, and it is my hope to be able to help others who have faced our situation, or can relate to the sitcom couple’s heartache. I have created this site to share my story, and I hope that it makes you feel comfortable enough to share yours. Or if not, take heart in the fact that you are not alone.
What are you doing to spread awareness this week? Please share your thoughts, feelings or stories!
Photo courtesy of Friends-TV.org