I guess I need to alter my 'about me'. I took the plunge and have headed back to work. Not on any grand scale, mind you, just one eight-hour shift at the local maternity unit per week.
For those of you who don't know (because it's been a year and a half since I worked for money), I'm a midwife. Sounds glorious - getting to participate in the miracle of life. But truly, it's mostly participating in the down sides of childbirth. Like lots of paperwork; cleaning up blood, puke and poop; trying to calm hysterical people (usually men); and helping exhausted women with ripped up nipples in the middle of the night. The women with fantastic experiences and straightforward babies usually don't stay long in hospital, and if they do, they don't need much help.
But I tell you what - it's one job where if you do a good job you are REALLY appreciated. I mean, nobody hugs their plumber and thanks them with tears in their eyes, do they?!