40 WEEKS is a rom-com about a relationship during pregnancy. Fair enough, and maybe those who’ve tried the “giving birth” thing will take more away from this production than I did. Maybe sympathizing with two Millenial Yuppies would be easier if I’d felt the same lack of surety in a relationship with a kid on the way. But isn’t one point of drama to make the specific universal, and open up new experiences to those who haven’t had them? Instead, we watch the tired cliché of boingourgeois-marries-bohemian as the couple winds through the inevitable arguments that follow. Who will pay for the baby? Who will paint the baby’s room? Will Mark get his book published, or at least make a sale on the subway? And why should the audience care about these feckless whiners? Angie’s unhappy, Mark’s unhappy, and the only two who seem to be pleased with where they are with their partner are Scott and Molly.