I had read Elinor Lipman's novel Then She Found Me a few years ago, and loved her story of a woman in her late thirties being found by her birth mother. It was unusual and quirky and funny (as Elinor Lipman's books tend to be). I heard a couple of years ago that Helen Hunt was producing a directing a movie adaptation, and had been meaning to see it. It passed through theaters quickly, and I kind of forgot about it.
Fast forward to Monday, when I was doing a lap around the "New Releases" section -- and there it was. A perfect addition to my chick flick fest!
I watched the movie yesterday (randomly picked it from the pile), and it can't be a coincidence that I ended up watching a poignant movie about love, loss, adoption, miscarriage, IUI and getting older on the day after my transfer. Although parts of it were a little tough to watch, I though it was a beautiful little movie and I really admired Helen Hunt for taking it on and allowing herself to look so, well, old. I'm not sure I would recommend it to anyone struggling with fertility -- like I said, a little hard to watch in places -- but I found it to be kind of grounding.
Oh, and it had Colin Firth in it. Yum. I might recommend it after all!