Have you been watching the new Bravo show “Pregnant in Heels?”
“Pregnant in Heels” follows Rosie Pope, a maternity concierge (that’s a real job?) and fashion designer, as she gets chauffeured around New York City helping rich pregnant women and their husbands prepare to have a baby. Each week she works with two couples to solve their pregnancy-related dilemmas, from bonding with baby and picking the perfect name to dealing with stress and not feeling sexy.
I eagerly tuned into the series premiere three weeks ago with the hope of actually learning something. What I learned was that “Pregnant in Heels” is no “Bethenny Ever After.” It was truly awful.
First, I found it difficult to listen to Rosie. Her lispy British Valley Girl accent made all of the horrible things she said about her affluent clients behind their backs sound even more horrible. And don’t get me started on her affluent clients! I found them all completely unlikeable and, for the most part, totally unrelatable.
Still, I watched episodes two and three hoping they’d be better. They weren’t.
But back to that first episode. One of Rosie’s clients were first-time parents who seemed almost indifferent to having a baby. Turns out the mom-to-be was actually extremely anxious about how her life was about to change in such a big way, and she explained that, in general, she wasn’t gushy person.
She and her husband may have come across as complete snobs (and perhaps they really are), but if we’re being honest… I could relate to how she was feeling. While I’m plenty emotional (even when I don’t have pregnancy hormones surging through my body), I’m not terribly gushy. In fact, gushy often makes me uncomfortable.
And while I’m excited to have a baby, I can’t say I’m in love with my unborn baby yet — something Rosie Pope insisted new parents should be. How can I love somebody I haven’t met yet? Truthfully, when I’m feeling particularly anxious, I’m not even in love with the idea of having a baby! (How’s that for total honestly?)
Does this mean I’m doomed to be a terrible, unloving parent? No. I’m sure once I meet my little guy, my heart will open up. In the meantime, I’ll continue watching “Pregnant in Heels” despite despising Rosie Pope and finding her clients unbearable. Why? Because it’s such a train wreck, I can’t look away.