Back from San Fran where I danced and went swimming and watched my daughter dance in the atrium of the Museum of Modern Art in downtown SF.
Now I'm bedded down in a house out in the country with a view of Mt Rainier enough to knock your socks off, waiting for a baby.
We gave the mom a castor oil concoction which will hopefully work to nudge the baby to come out. I thought about going home and coming back, but what the heck. We're here, we have snacks and the dad built us a fire and gave us blankets to sleep under.
Come on, baby, it's fine out here.
I only wish I could take my effing bra off. Undergarments, the curse of all womankind.