Plonky you're right, this is my week for playing grown ups and acting like I know what I'm doing. A lot of fun it is too... in a scary way. Fortunately the old brain cells haven't quite died yet, although they have required a little dusting down, but before I get too complacent let's see how my meeting with the bank manager goes later in the week 
I can kind of see your DH's point of view on a home birth. Speaking personally I would far rather give birth than watch someone else go through it. From his perspective all he sees is someone he really cares about going through a slightly terrifying and very painful experience. My BIL summed it up quite well by saying he felt utterly powerless as he was unable to take the pain away, and he wanted so badly to be able to do just that. So, perhaps it makes him feel better to have you surrounded by doctors just in case. Obviously he needs to understand that it makes you feel better to be at home, but it may take a little while. You've a fair while yet to convince him.
I bumped into my older mum friend today, who still looks amazing, despite having a 3 week old bundle of mischief and a c-section to recover from. Whatever she's on... I want some.
Stormy Worselet's way of preventing unwanted intervention in how she is doing things is to get my hand, lead me to a nearest chair, and demand 'Mummy sit down'. The latest is refusing to wear any form of footwear other than her pink wellies, and always putting these on the wrong feet. I tend to go with the flow on this as life's too short to get precious about shoes.