Each day is so strange now, waiting for this baby. I woke up this morning surprised to have slept through the night and not gone into labor. Since there was nothing planned for the day — I’ve literally cleared my whole schedule of clients, writing projects, social obligations — I decided that I should go get my CA driver’s license finally. But alas, the next appointment available at the DMV wasn’t until next week, so I scrapped that plan and asked my mother-in-law if she’d like to go to watch them tape the Extra TV show over at The Grove. Same thing, right?
So 9AM found me, one day past my due date and driving over to Hollywood with my mother-in-law. We had a grand old time hamming it up in the audience and even posing as extras behind the scenes (I just saw my pregnant belly floating behind Mario Lopez’s head on the show), and we even scored a photo with Mr. Lopez who had been chatting me up about my pregnancy. He refused to make a guess about baby’s gender, but had no compunction about vigorously rubbing my belly.
After that Rita and I set out for Studio City and a salad rumored to put women into labor. I gobbled it up while we giggled about Mario Lopez and then we finally headed back to Santa Monica, where I spent the remainder of the afternoon floating in the neighborhood pool.
I’ve had a total of three good, strong contractions today, but there’s not much else to report. Here’s hoping this doesn’t get dragged out too much longer. For your sake, and my sanity. Fingers crossed that somewhere between Mario Lopez’s vigorous rubbing and that salad, this whole thing kicks into gear sometime soon.