And did you know that although your IVF doctor tells you it might take a couple of days after “implanting embryos” to get a positive reading on an HPT, if you stand on your head for a few hours first, you can get a positive on the same day as the procedure?

And – hey! – while we’re at it, didja know that an IVF procedure using a surrogate costs only $16,000 in New York City?

I know the rest of the Western world has already experienced Phoebe’s foray into surrogate motherhood on Friends, like a decade ago, and so has already been exposed to this ridiculousness, but really, I must ask:

DOES THIS SORT OF NONSENSE IRRITATE EVERYONE ELSE AS MUCH AS IT DOES ME?

I know I should be grateful that the show dealt with these issues as gracefully as they did.  I know I shouldn’t quibble about the fact that a 45-year-old woman would be a thousand times more likely to need an egg-donor than a surrrogate uterus.  I know I shouldn’t sneer at the writers’ complete lack of attention to details that aren’t important to the show (it’s a sitcom, for heaven’s sake, get over your self-righteousness already, Sprogblogger!)

BUT STILL.

It’s annoying, and it’s frustrating and I wish that my back didn’t hurt so much, so that I could comfortably throw things at the tv screen for the rest of this season, every time the writers put something stupid into the mouths of these characters.

Maybe I’ll have to practice target spitting.  Easier on ye olde sacroiliac joint than a full-body pitching-of-the-remote-control-at-the-screen maneuver.

Ptoooooey.