Call The Midwife*

I think I could have lived quite happily in the 1950s.

As I progress further with this pregnancy, I find that I’m completely worn out after we get Ruby settled and into bed. So, I’ve been trying to put my feet up a little, and have spent the last few evenings curled up on the couch watching “Call the Midwife”.

My mom has been trying to get me to watch this show for ages, but for whatever reason I just kept dragging my heels. I knew very little about it, and in my head I assumed it would be some kind of trashy show like “Sixteen and Pregnant” (though the idea of my mother watching that show is actually kind of hilarious).

(She doesn’t watch that show, just for the record.)

I really should have known better–she was the first to tell me about the magic of Downton Abbey, and again, I resisted watching. But once I started, oh… I loved escaping into dreamy world in that show.

Now that I think about it, I think I could have lived quite happily in the 1920s, too.

Anyway, I digress.

So, my mother knows me quite well knew I would love this show. She suggested it ages ago, and as I was flipping through Netflix the other night, I saw the cover pop up.

It only took me 15 minutes to completely fall in love with it. I love the hairstyles and fashion, I love the music, I love glimpsing into the world back then… but most of all, I love the warm, fuzzy feeling I have while I watch it. It just adds to the excitement I already feel about having another baby.

It’s not that the show portrays births or midwives in a glamorous fashion–it’s quite the opposite, really. It’s about a group of young midwives who work with sisters / nurses to serve a poor section of England. At times it’s a little gritty, but these women do their job because they love what they do. And even though the conditions these babies are born into are sometimes abysmal, the show is so full of love. It captures that first moment when a mother meets her new baby so well.

It just makes me so excited to have that moment again.

And even though I still have absolutely no desire to have a home birth (it’s a big focus in the show), it does make me so glad that I am able to have a midwife again.

Anyway. If you’re in the market for a new show that will actually make you feel warm and fuzzy while you watch it, Call the Midwife is my new fav.

Just be warned: you may find yourself listening to Nat King Cole while you don a dress and set of pearls shortly after you do. :)