K in a perfect world:
I'd know a midwife as a friend. My husband would learn everything he pssibly could about birthing, complications and new borns, I mean EVERYTHING. Thext 7 and a half months would wiz by and my 8 year old would meraciously learn to stay on task in the mean time. Baby would progress perfectly and no one would give us a hard time about not knowing the gender. One night, after I had been particualary well rested I'd wake because my water broke. Husband would be home and would make sure I was fed, comfortable and what not. We'd go back to sleep and in a few hours I'd wake ready for baby to come out. Now it would hurt but I would zone out. Hubby would call the midwife friend and she'd stop by just in time to reassure my hubsand that evrythings perfectly fine. My son would wake and come in the room just ashusband catches baby. Husband cleans up baby midwife friend watches over us and catches placenta. I sit or lie down and rest then we all wash up. Midwife friend cleans up the mess and we all admire the healthy baby. Midwife comes by a few times to double check on us and my son does his school work, helps out, gets extra time with me or my husband and plays.