So at the request of my midwife I went to my town clerk's office to try to get a birth certificate form since we have to file one ourselves for a hb. I had a feeling this was going to be a fun experience. The person working there gave me the three-heads look when I explained what I needed, and of course said the word homebirth , and then kept telling me that in all her time there (a year and a half, she told me a few times) no one had ever needed such an thing. (I know this is not true as a friend in town just hb'd in January.) I left my contact info and she said she'd call around and figure out what the procedure was. Then as we were wrapping up she asked me who I was getting the paperwork for--a family member? A friend? So of course I replied, uh, it's for me, and pointed to my obviously nine-months-pregnant self. The woman seriously did another three-headed stare and said she couldn't believe I was that pregnant.
Good times!
Good times!







