Marry a midwife!
So this poem is doing the rounds on Facebook. I shared it. I like it. I’m just going to pop it here, it produced a lot of feelings for me. Reading this. Props to the original author, he/she clearly knows the inner workings of midwives lives. Don’t marry a midwife. They sleep all day while you work and work all night while you sleep. Or, their 0500 alarm disturbs your sleep and then they come home too tired to cook dinner. Don’t marry a midwife. They walk in the door mentally