OK - sorry not to have had a chance for a proper catch up on the thread but thought I would grab my moment and post my birth story.
Basically, I was convinced that there was no way I was going to be delivering on time and so was not remotely ready. Woke up on Friday morning feeling a bit tender down below, thinking that the baby was just sitting really low. Anyway, had lots of errands to run! So found my self with DD getting her first haircut done quietly trying not to be too conspicuous about contractions in the corner while making small talk and trying to keep DD distracted. We then carried on to get her some shoes (also needed doing) and then, because I thought things seemed to starting, a trip to the chemists to get the last few bits for my hospital bag...then home in time to see the window men finally finish our replacement windows. By that point, contractions were fairly regular and sore, but still ok. Managed to slip off into the bath, which took the edge off things. Anyway, by about 11pm, DH and I decided we needed to start sorting out getting to the hospital, so got my sister to come over and hold the fort with DD and got to the ward at around midnight.
Got checked, could see regular contractions and found that I was 3cm dilated. It wasn't a busy night, so got admitted to the labour ward. At that point everything slowed right down and nothing much happened for hours while I went walkabout around the ward in the hope of starting things up again. Midwife checked me again at 6am, found I was still 3cm and decided to break my waters to see if we could move things along that way. So waters broken, and she suggested that I go in the bath for a bit while things ramped up and then maybe get an epidural later when I came out if I wanted one.
Things moved on pretty quickly from there - loved being in the bath and puffing along at the gas and air at the side (never got to try it last time - turned out to be good stuff for me). At one point I was convinced that the cylinder had run out and was indignantly ready to demand more, only to find out this was wishful thinking! So at 8am got out of the bath at the midwife's suggestion. Immediately felt all the pressure at the back IYKWM and having been checked over, was basically 10cm and ready to push. The little guy was out by 9.15am. Ended up with a few tears from an overenthusiastsic last push, but otherwise fine. Ended up getting stitched by a doctor, who was giving a lesson to the lovely midwife who had taken over the morning shift. All was well, so we managed to escape and be home in time for DD's bedtime. I am still amazed it was such a straightforward and positive experience, especially after last time - I do feel absurdly lucky.