Forty year-old working woman, happy in her marriage and excited by her job as assistant manager at the local opera house, finds out she's pregnant for the first time. Cloris Leachman won an Emmy for her solid work in this sympathetic TV-made drama, one that strives to teach us something while stirring our maternal or paternal sides. Both Cloris' best friend and her elderly mother try talking her out of having the child--seemingly just so writers Peggy Chantler Dick and Jerome Kass can bring up the abortion issue--while husband Martin Balsam vacillates between nervous anticipation and fear. The obligatory scenes are trotted out: the natural childbirth class (complete with labor film), the friendly young woman whose infant is stillborn, the office baby shower, etc. Leachman frets, beams, cries, giggles and, most amusingly, worries about her toenails when she goes into labor. The picture isn't much, with all that angst obliterated by the upbeat slide-show finale, but it's well-enough done for '70s television.
