You know you're a midwife when

-You come home from a birth and undress out of your scrubs, but put on deodorant and pj's, not knowing if it's day or night...
-You get text messages while sitting in immigration like "Ma'am... what is amniotic fluid?"
-You wake up to text messages telling you about the discharge coming out of you know where... and you proceed to text for the next while about the color, consistency and any other signs and symptoms she may be having.
-You can openly discuss with women topics such as their bedroom life, their personal hygiene and their eating habits almost all in the same breath!
-Your 11 yr old daughter is comfortable enough with birth that she can hold the flashlight while you check for a tear...
-You can get so sleep deprived and tired that you can completely understand how a doctor could accidentally cut off the wrong leg in surgery!

But... I'm not tired... at least not at the moment... I did wake up to texts about bloody show this morning... and then I got texts in church completely in text Visayan (which is virtually impossible to understand) from a gal who was wanting to look at our dog I had advertised... After arranging to meet her at 2 at our place, went back to church... Came home, ate, got a text at 3:30 saying the contractions were continuious and they were coming in!... Still no show on the lady about the dog... Now... If (and a big IF) I'd been smart.. I would have text the dog lady back and given her my hubby's number... in case she needed further directions or something... but of course I wasn't... So at 3cm head visible I was getting text from the dog lady, trying to text my hubby her number or her my hubby's number or SOMETHING... she was apparently sitting outside the gate, but no one was answering..blah blah blah... It was actually funny... the phone would NOT shut up! Thankfully my supervisor took over the texting (hey she understands that shortened writing anyway) and I proceeded to catch a nice, fat, healthy baby boy! Kristoff Jay... I seem to be on a run for big babies... This guy was 8lb3oz... Nice size for here! I am blessed... I couldn't dream of wanting another job... even with sleepless nights and weird eating habits and even stranger conversations... God is so evident in new life that HIS presence cannot be denied! I LOVE IT!!!
p.s. And yes... my eldest daughter did come again with me to the clinic (she's always begging to)... and she thinks it's "interesting and different"... that's about all you can get out of an 11 yr old I guess... :)