When my second was born I had a fairly quick and straightforward labour. Didn't see the midwife much during labour as she was run off her feet and could see that we were doing ok.
Once I felt the time had come, I sent DH off to get her, she took one look at me and said we had to move to the delivery room ASAP.
I managed to waddle down the corridor and then had to clambour up on a table (gave birth in France, they are v. old fashioned it's all tables and stirrups). Sheesh, I can tell you, getting up on that blardy table with contractions coming thick and fast was the hardest thing imaginable.
So, made it up, midwife started to check how things were looking and then said 'whoopsy you've still got your underpants on!'. She then suggested that I GET BACK DOWN AND TAKE THEM OFF!
If I hadn't been in late labour I would have PMSL did she really think after all the superhuman effort I was going anywhere. So I said 'cut them off women, this is a delivery room, you must have some cutting implements around surely' she then said to me 'oh what a shame, they're such nice pants'!!!
At this point I was thinking if she didn't snip em off quick smart they were going to be my baby's first view of the world.
Pants were duly cut baby was born about 2 mins later.