I was kind of horrified when I heard about "My Fake Baby," the BBCA show about women who collect creepily realistic baby dolls and treat them like real babies.
But now that I actually watched the show and heard the women's personal stories (one woman used the fake baby to replace the hole in her heart when her daughter and grandson moved to New Zealand), while I am still quite creeped out, I mostly just feel sad for them. (There's a highly entertaining review of the show here.)
Overall, the show just made me hug Kelly all the tighter. Babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.