In the past 2 weeks I've written 2 tests, an essay on political theory, a presentation on skin changes in pregnancy and been flung back into that eerily familiar role of daughter (my mama came to visit). So the birth stories that are lurking back in the sleep-deprvied cracks of my mind are going to have to wait awhile longer. However! We are driving up to Hawkes Bay on our little tour-o-the-island and stopping in on my midwife, who has promised, guest-on-vacation-or-no, to wake me up in the middle of the night, should the situation arise. You see, in all this rush and excitment of life, I miss that birth high. Which I think, is rather appropriate. thank goodness that all works out nicely.