LuAnn tells the acupuncturist that she prefers to make a baby the natural way, so she is not looking to pursue IVF or donor eggs. She says they have just been having lots of sex–TMI! TMI!–for a couple of years and LuAnn is surprised she isn’t pregnant already. That seems a little suspect since only a few episodes back, LuAnn dropped the bomb on Victoria that she was planning to have a baby with Jacques. Poor Victoria looked a little surprised as she ran screaming out of the house with her hands cupped over her ears. Clearly the acupuncturist is either deaf or non English-speaking, because she managed to keep her lunch down.
Oh honey, we go at it like a couple of rabbits.
All right, this is going to become messy for some of you as you might experience bloating, dry mouth, or sudden projectile vomiting with the “lots of sex” image floating around. We hear too much between LuAnn and the acupuncturist about her period and if she’s PMS-y. She declines that royal title, holding out for HRH . LuAnn’s jokes don’t amuse us or the acupuncturist. Don’t annoy the person about to stick you with needles to jump start your ovaries, Countess. We may be snarky, but we’re not mean.
Maybe this little prick will do the job.
LuAnn has been taking prenatal vitamins for a couple of years in preparation. LuAnn says Jacques thinks she’s all woman. So what’s the point of that? Does LuAnn have a secret she should share? LuAnn says that the minute the pins were put on her abdomen, she felt something “start brewing.” Really, get over yourself. There’s not even an interesting plot brewing in this teapot.
Can you pass me a cigarette?
Cut from that absurd medical visit to Heather taking her son to the doctor. We learn more of the challenges he faces on a daily basis as a result of his rare liver disease and transplant. It is mind-boggling that a child only six-years-old has been through so much at such a young age. He will be turning seven soon–a major milestone, because at that age, a list of possible complications from his transplant can be checked off.
Heather’s son, Jax, is a brave young man.
The statistics presented during the visit are staggering. Nearly 20 percent of his patients waiting for a transplant will not live long enough to receive one. The donor of Jax’s liver saved 50 lives. Bless Jax, organ donors, and their families.
Yay! Jax had a great checkup.
Aviva has a fetish for blouses with bows, so Sonja wore one especially for her when they meet for lunch. Aviva launches right into having an affinity for Ramona. That is from the same woman that told Heather she wanted to be with the “cool girls” and not appear to be in an alliance with Ramona. Then, we see what’s behind the comment when she says all of the “cool girls” are going to London and she’s stuck–um, she loves Ramona.
Sonja, look at me. I’m a tool, I mean, a cool girl, right?
Sonja is a cool cat for an afghan hound and appears to be figuring out what’s going on. She does a great job dealing with Aviva by letting her know that she loves Ramona, but she can’t make Heather want to bring her to London with her. Aviva pries more about Ramona confronting Sonja at the party after finding out Sonja was going to London. Sonja, again, knows this dance and that Ramona was being Ramona. They both forgive each other for things–it’s not a one-sided friendship. Aviva brings up “excluded” again, but Sonja sticks to the rule that you can invite some of the people all of the time, all of the people some of the time, and Ramona, none of the time.
Oh no, Aviva’s a Death Eater!