Discovering Discovery

If there’s one thing pregnancy does to a woman, it makes her want to get her act together.

“No more television!” I announced one night.

We are not going to be one of those families that zone out in front of the tube, I declared. Our kids are not going to be addicted to video games! Instead, we’ll play Monopoly! Read Harry Potter! Talk about our day over an organic homecooked meal! (I’m still wondering where I’ll find a chef.)

I told Ron the television rule needed to be applied ASAP, because apparently the fetus already has ears (sort-of), and I don’t want Little Rough hearing all that clutter. But just as I was about to unplug the cord from the wall, something caught my eye. A pregnant mom. On channel 52. She was at a “birthing center” sitting on a potty type thing, laboring.

EWWWW!

I was hooked.

The Discovery Health channel has been “on” ever since (right now baby Enzo is learning how to breastfeed). In those rare moments when my eyes aren’t glued to the set, you can find me, um, playing Ms. Pac-Man. I haven’t touched a video game since Atari was hot, but Ron gave me a Ms. Pac-Man Plug and Play for Christmas and the rest is history.

Wokka, wokka, wokka, wokka.