Y&R Classic Clip

Considering that the soon-to-be Mrs-Newman 2: Electric Boogaloo is once more with child (even though she got into an accident and her uterus shut down out of protest or whatever), I picked this clip to show the newer viewers and remind the veterans who may be wondering why people in GC are starting to worry that she starts hearing a baby cry.

Well, that’s not to say that if you were with someone who was all “Hey, I hear a baby crying outside!” that your first reaction wouldn’t be “Oh, for real? Well, you go investigate that while I hide the cutlery.” Long story short, Ash has this whole Pregnant = Time To Go Batshit Crazy thing that she gets. Let me set up the clip for you after the jump.

Ashley and Brad were about to have their first biological child together. She’d survived a bout with breast cancer, and made up with her bff Olivia after that pesky “Hey, bitch, you slept with my husband.” thing, and it seemed that things were looking up. Well, everything except for Jabot, but I believe this was during the time where Jabot was on the verge of bankruptcy every five minutes. This was during the whole Tuvia/Safra cosmetics battle, and Safra was selling so well that Ashley got suspicious, and decided to go find Victor and tell him to knock whatever he was doing the hell off. So she decided to be really smart and get in her station wagon (WTF) and sped up a mountain or something. Wow, I am totally not making this brief.

Anyway, an equally ugly car rammed into the side of Ashley’s station wagon (seriously, what the fuck is an Abbott doing in a gotdamn STATION WAGON) and she was rushed to the hospital where she was rushed into surgery, and eventually miscarried hers and Brad’s son, whom Ash named Robert. After Liv told Ash that her babymaker had peaced out, she lost it and eventually made her way over to this gala Sharon was having at the Newman ranch dressed in a robe and proclaimed that the blanket she held in her arms was actually her baby boy. The aftermath was made all the more heartbreaking because Eileen Davidson, as we like to say, did the damn thing.