Still pregnant. Getting desperate. Prenatal yoga classmate due three days after me emailed to say her water has broken. Am starting to answer the phone, "Hi, no baby yet." And I'm contemplating castor oil. Ugh.

My mother is laughing at me. "Late, huh?" she said, during the first of her twice-daily phone calls. "Not following your directions, right? Not behaving the way you expect, correct? Driving you crazy, yes? Well, get used to it!"