Susan Sarandon has some advice for women concerned about fertility: Go to Italy and have lots of sex.
“Don’t worry about it, eat, drink and fuck and you’ll probably get pregnant… that’s what happened with Eva on the Spanish Steps,” she recently told an amused audience at New York bar. (How truly Felliniesque.)
Sarandon had trouble conceiving due to the common infertility condition endometriosis, but when she and former lover Franco Amurri took a romantic trip to Rome, voila!
This is not the first time I’ve heard this. My own mother conceived me in southern Italy– she still raves about the nausea quelling properties of lemon granitas.
And Rebecca Odes, my good friend and co-author of From The Hips, found Rome to be highly accommodating to her baby-making efforts: “My son was conceived in Rome on our belated honeymoon, three weeks in Italy that became two months because we couldn’t bring ourselves to leave (and were both unemployed at the time). The last extension was determined by my ovulatory cycle, in hopes of rounding out the trip with a fertilized egg. We figured it was a long shot, but with the help of a noontime bottle of wine and the magic of Italy, we returned home with the beginnings of our eldest child. The extra ten pounds of olive oil padding I was carrying might not have hurt either.”
So is it the food? The healthy fats? The anti-oxidant rich tomatoes? The Chianti? Or just the profound stress-reduction of vacationing in a place where health and pleasure go hand in hand? (I’ll take all of the above.)
As Being Pregnant blogger, Rebekah Kuschmider observed, “I didn’t have fertility issues but I’ve also found that eating and having sex in Italy will cure what ails ya! That week I spent in Venice with my husband was romance incarnate!”