How I am like a Time Lord

I am a fan of Dr. Who. There. I said it.

Normally when I tell people that I watch Dr. Who they are either confused/never heard of the show or they are FANS OF DR WHO ZOMG and proceed to geek out over the fifth time the third Doctor sneezed on air or some other True Geekery of a Dr. Who Fan. Whereas me? I just really like the show. I have seen every episode of the reboot but have never seen any of the old Dr. Who episodes, and while I have seen each new episode, I have only seen it once. I don't have any of it memorized and honestly, even though I watched an episode last night, I do not know what Rory's last name is or any other trivia. I'm a bad geek and I know it.

That out of the way, I really enjoy Dr. Who and love the idea of Time Lords galavanting about the galaxy, especially the Doctor and his companions. There are a few neat things about the alien race to which the Doctor belongs, the two which apply here are:

1. Each Time Lord has two hearts beating in their chests.

2. Time Lords regenerate when normal humans/humanoids would die. This process has allowed the series to continue on air as long as it has and stay fun and exciting with new actors/plot lines/tensions. It allows the Doctor to die, we morn the character we loved and his death - but then! A new doctor comes to us in a blaze of light and excitement. Every time the Doctor regenerates, the first thing he does is figure out who he is now. You see, the newly regenerated Time Lord remembers his/her previous lives and is really the same person with the same general motivations, but s/he has new tastes, new interests, and a new way of looking at the world.



Many women in the audience know where this one is going. I am, dear readers, pregnant. It is very exciting. Hence neat thing #1 - I have two hearts beating inside me. How cool is that?! I mean, really. Two hearts, two nervous systems, A WHOLE 'NOTHER BODY'S WORTH OF SKIN, inside of me. And what's more? I've got someone else's DNA in my body. Someone's else cells hanging out with my own. So freakin' cool. I feel like a super-hero. I am making a person and what's even cooler? I'm not the first one! My mom did this. Twice! She probably still has my cells hanging out in her skin, blood, and tissue. I feel like I'm about to become an X-Man, like, I've had this power lying dormant inside of me all this time and it's just now blooming.

The second thing is exciting, but in a not very fun sort of way. You see, when the Doctor regenerates, he tries on all of the clothes and comes away looking awesome. It's as if he says "I no longer love all black and leather! Today, I wear a pinstriped suit and chucks! Wait, no, a bow-tie! And don't I look smashing?" Then maybe he goes around eating food and seeing what he likes now that he is the new Doctor. This is where pregnant comes in. I have to go around trying to see what food I can eat now. Some foods are out forever, some are out for right now but might sound amazing tomorrow. You never know. For two weeks, plain water was the worst thing in the world. Today, I sucked down two big glasses in a row and could have had another. I also have to go trying on all my clothes. Not in the fashion montage change my look sort of way, but in the all of these extra pounds and girth are in my lower belly and now my slacks don't fit sort of way. (Thank god for these by the way!) It's way less exciting. I assure you.

So there you have it. I am in many ways similar to a Time Lord. Now, if I could just get a TARDIS...