Los Angeles couple, Barbara and Amanda, bemoan the long process of the adoption and uncertainty of the artificial insemination process.  “I don’t even know if I’ll want a kid by then,” Barbara quips.

Television-connected-friend, Poppy, dreams up The Swirl, a fantastic television that will deliver them baby.  A magnificently bizarre array of men come together to concoct a cocktail to impregnate Barbara, allowing her and her wife to start a family.

The bullpen of men include:  a nutty movie star, a narcissistic rapper, America’s premiere Olympic swimmer (and his officious manager), a Danish runway model, a flashy but effeminate fashion designer, the smartest-man-on-the-planet-astrophysicist; a slightly smarmy, completely awkward, totally ubiquitous hand model; Barbara’s bitter, lost-in-life ex-boyfriend; and a comedian famous for being completely average in every way. 

The show rumbles through challenges where the men race shopping carts in pregnancy suits, put diapers on penguins, sing lullabies to unimpressed babies, discover their own family histories through DNA, and are discarded by the episode until only the father remains. 

The couple started out meek and hopeful, but the show swells heads and transforms their lives.  Relationships are strained, old relationships are reconsidered, and the camera never blinks.

The Swirl is fun and ridiculous, with a dynamic stable of studs who compete for genetic superiority to provide a child for a lovingly fractured couple and a hit show for an over her head, ambitious television producer.