Still no job. I finally got antsy enough last Thursday (and had enough people asking me about it) that I got over my timidity about making phone calls and called the guy who interviewed me. I told him I was just checking in. I really assumed that he'd gone with someone else, but he said he was still speaking with people, so I guess I'm still in the mix. I really hate waiting.

I suppose I was feeling very masochistic after my birthday and tuned into "Birth Day Live", that marathon birth session on Discovery. Good grief, what is wrong with me? Well, I was a little intoxicated. It was funny, they were keeping a running tally of the numbers of girls and boys at each hospital. Was there a line on this in Vegas? Earlier in the day, the regular "Birth Day" episode was entitled "Older Mother Miracle Births". The mothers I saw were 40 and 41. I'm going to be an older mother. That's OK. Back to the marathon, I was pretty fascinated by one mom whose legs were spread so wide a semi could've been driven between them. She reminded me of Gumby. I know she was on drugs. I couldn't help but think that if I could get those drugs before conception maybe I could get pregnant. The guy doing color commentary said she looked "very comfortable". I wonder. Maybe it was my semi-drunken state, but it seemed that the bed, along with the mom's vagina, was tilted up. Isn't that working against gravity? Were they concerned that the baby was going to hit the floor? Was there also a line on that in Vegas? (By the way, the baby looked huge, increasing my doubts about the mother's comfort)