The entire run-up to the birth of the Jolie-Pitt twins has amused me from the get go. Or perhaps bemused is a better description.
There was the whole “OMG! Angelina Jolie is in the hospital awaiting the birth of her twins!” frenzy that made no sense to me. Straight-faced news infotainment anchors would discuss in serious tones the fact that she was in the hospital and in bed and blah, blah, blah…
Hello people! Many women who are carrying twins are placed on bedrest in the last few weeks, if not the entire last trimester, to ensure that the mother rests and that those two little ones can stay in there for the longest time possible. It’s not unusual, it’s not really a big deal, and it certainly doesn’t deserve the sort of coverage it garnered.
Then even better was the “She’s in the hospital and she’s cranky!” Please give me the name of someone who enjoys a hospital stay. Of course she’s cranky! It’s summer, her hormones are in full throttle, she’s about to have two babies at once, and she’s eating hospital food. I totally sympathize.
It was even bigger news when Brad would visit her at the hospital. Yes, if I am carrying your children you are damn well going to visit me at the hospital. And you’d better bring snacks, too! Would you expect him to never see her? Then they would run the headline “Bad Dad Brad” or some such ridiculous thing. And the press seemed surprised that he would actually bring their other children to see their mother.
Newsflash! Kids miss their mom when she’s not there! The best way to deal with that? Let them see her! You know Occam’s Razor and all that.
But hey, that doesn’t make for very entertaining copy, does it?
So, now we can breathe a sigh of relief that the whirlwind is over.
That is, until Gwen Stefani goes into labor and then all hell is going to break loose.