Ring ring

I have my first overnight call shift right now. And it's snowing. And my car was stolen this week. So I'm experiencing a moment of self pity.

This is our third week of clinical - and thus far, I haven't used my fingers as measuring tapes once. Nor have I seen a little head crowning. Nor have I helped guide a screaming, milky newborn into this snowy world.

So, as I sit at my desk to study, with fingers un-decidedly crossed, I await my first birth. I am trepidatous about the snow, my car-less situation, and how this whole thing will unfold. The thing about normal, natural birth is that it doesn't go by my clock. Silly birth.

I'll keep you all posted.