here’s how it worked:

Two weeks after the expected due date, I was supposed to be induced in whatever fashion they induce us already c-sectioned ladies. That day came, we called UCSF to present ourselves for induction, and were informed that they were full up with the good kids, i.e. actually laboring women having actual babies, and the likes of me was instructed to cool her heels and check in after 5pm. Fuckers! So we tried, went out for lunch at (here comes the magic food recommendation) Cafe Della Stelle in Hayes Valley, had the (are you taking notes?) pumpkin ravoli with sage-butter sauce, tried to stay cool and collected, increasingly failed as the day went on, plus started to feel anxious and jittery and the constant false labor backache would not go away and I just felt like hell which I attributed to my lack of faith that this baby would ever come out. We called UCSF at the appointed hour and they still said no dice, full house, go away. And I cried. About an hour later, Kevin said, this is stupid, we are just showing up there, and we did, and they did their monitoring thing and miracle of miracles! I was actually in genuine labor.

Try it! Remember, ravioli first and then bottomless pit of despair.

xxoo

Jill

I was 3cm dilated, my cervix was 100 percent effaced, and Tea wasn’t coming out. It was like holding a bowling ball on a paper towel. We went there and I was in labor before we paid the check. We thought about renaming Tea “Tikka Masala Polito”

9th and Irving. Maybe it’ll work, maybe not. There’s only one way to find out.