And now, for your moment of Zen.
Ovary Prenatal Yoga Electric. Syd is actually doing yoga in some room of the Barbie Penthouse while oceanic meditation music plays in the background. The yoga, especially when it's being done by a heavily pregnant woman, is impressive. The music is not. As Syd goes into plank position, Rachel enters. Did you hear that? Rachel enters. In a tank top and her pajama bottoms. The hell? Rachel's living with Syd now? What, the CIA can't afford a hotel room? With guards? Or is Syd's place untouchable now that her previous apartment was bugged to high heaven and set on fire? This is unacceptable. And kind of weird. Or erotic, depending on your particular bent.
So, Rachel enters and says "hey" and Syd says "hey" back and then says, "Wish I could still fit into those," referring to the pajama pants that Rachel's wearing and huh? Is Rachel wearing Syd's PAJAMA PANTS? What, she doesn't have her own? Oh, wait. They did totally remove her from her life so I guess she doesn't have her own pajamas. But isn't there an Old Navy around somewhere? I mean what? I'm sorry. It's just little stuff like this that makes my teeth grow hair. Whatever. I'm letting it go. But I'm not letting go of this stein of vodka. AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.
Rachel approaches Syd with love lighting in her eyes (what? I'm not making this up) and asks if she's okay and Syd says she is and that "this kid" is gonna be a black belt. Aw. She then asks Rachel to help her up and there's a cute moment where Syd tells her to get ready for the awesome weight of a pregnant woman. Rachel hefts her up and they park it for a second. Rachel says that Syd must be so excited and Syd says she is, when she's not terrified. Rachel says she doesn't seem terrified, but Syd says she is; the thought of being a parent and doing it on her own seems overwhelming. She then tells Rachel she can stay at the Barbie Penthouse as long as she wants, seeing as they're both going through transitions. "We can keep each other company," says Syd. I bet you can. Wocka wocka. Whaaaat? Am I out of line? Shut up, pass the vodka. Rachel thanks Syd and Syd goes off to change and says, "Help yourself to anything in the fridge if there's anything left." Hee. Pregnant women eat a lot, get it? "Hey Syd?" says Rachel as Syd turns to leave. "You're gonna make a great mom." Aw. Syd smiles shyly and says thanks and then leaves. Aw again!