My fantasy delivery-room entourage
Chef Mario Batali Childbirth is hard work, and by the time I was finished, I was famished. But the only food my husband could find at 2 a.m. was a soggy tuna sandwich from an all-night deli. Next time, I'd love to have Molto Mario himself waiting in the maternity ward with a silver tray of braised short ribs and pumpkin ravioli. Bon appetit, baby!
Al Chumsky, C.P.A. My accountant will be sitting in the corner, facing the wall. Who better to fill out the piles of paperwork from the hospital and the insurance company, then come up with a budget for how we're going to pay for 8 million diapers, three years of preschool and a larger apartment?
Carson from "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" After delivering, you can't fit into your regular clothes. But who wants to wear those maternity pants you've been living in for months? With the perfect placement of a scarf or a few snips to those stretch-panel jeans, stylist Carson could come up with a fabulous, slimming look for my triumphant taxi ride home.