My birth sort of snuck up on me (walked home from work and got in the door at 5:25, baby born at 8), and my midwives ended up eating some of the pizza that I told my husband to order because I was ravenously hungry (but was far enough into labor that I couldn't think of toppings to put on the pie). My sister was with us for the birth, and she told me afterwards that she thought it was very strange that I kept fretting about how I had planned to make some quickbread before the midwives came so that they'd have something to snack on. The advice to bake a loaf of bread during early labor got stuck in my head, and I didn't admit to myself that early labor had come and gone before I ever left my office. What can I say? Some women get crabby or give up in transition, and some of us just lose touch with reality.

The midwives will probably eat just about anything you put out. Mine were very gracious about our offerings and even saved me the last piece of pizza. Remember, they are there to help you, not for a social call, so don't sweat the hostessing too much. Have something on hand for them that you can stand to smell (maybe not the time for fried onions), that you and others might want to eat too, and that won't make anybody have smelly gas later in the day.