So you're a woman doing your yearly duty of having cold, hard metal shoved up your lady business. You're in a cold room, covered by a scratchy piece of thin blue paper, with your legs up in an uncomfortable position and a doctor's head perched near a sensitive area. In other words, this is not the time for a usually coveted celebrity sighting. But try telling that to Peter Sarsgaard.
We don't watch Letterman, because the Ambien we mix with our after-dinner aperitif usually has us passed out on the bathroom floor by about 8:30, but Friday night we missed a nice little story told to Dave by Maggie Gyllenhaal. Says Us Weekly:
A very pregnant Maggie Gyllenhaal dropped by the Late Show with David Letterman on Friday to talk about her forthcoming baby (she told Dave she doesnít know the sex) with fiancÈ Peter Sarsgaard.
Dave: ìYour husband, is heÖHowís he handling the pregnancy? Is he nervous? Is he excited? Is heÖwell, itís a combination of both, of course, isnít it?î
Maggie: ìHow is he handling it? Well, the very first time that we went to meet our OB, he walked in on her examining someone else.î
Dave: ìCan you do that? ëIím just looking around.íî
Maggie: ìHe seemed kind of like Ben Stiller in a Ben Stiller movie when he came back in. Yeah, he went to put some quarters in our meter, and he was just this excited new dad, and he rushed into the room, and he saw some other womanís feet in the stirrups. Like Ben Stiller or Hugh Grant, he had that kind of romantic comedy quality.î
Dave: ìI wish I had thought of that.î
Thanks, Dave, for reminding us that you're a total perv. We always like to start our morning with a strong cup of French roast, the sports page, and thoughts of David Letterman wandering into gynecologists' offices ogling strange women's spread beavers.
Before she was preggo, Maggie loved getting her kit off. You can see proof at MrSkin.com.
