I was induced with DD at 40 weeks as fluid levels were very low.
Really, it was fine. They started me off at 9am on a Sunday with the 24 hour pessary, which for me caused period pains (totally manageable). At 9am on the Monday I had one of the other pessaries (7 hour ones?). This got me into early labour - DH and I were walking round the hospital and I was getting contractions every 5 - 10 mins or so. I had to stop and breathe, but they were fine too. This got me to 3 - 4 centimetres. I think things then slowed down and I had the drip at some point on Monday early evening.
True, it quickly stepped up a gear with the drip. Very regular contractions that were painful and intense. I tried on gas and air for a bit but that didn't do much for me, so asked for an epidural. Had a 90 minute wait due to anaesthetist having emergency to deal with. So that bit was painful, and I was praying for the anaesthestist to hurry up! Even then, it wasn't totally totally awful though - I mean I was never near to passing out with pain or screaming in anguish or anything. Just a lot of moaning and groaning about how sore it was.
Had the epidural and then slept for a bit. It didn't work fully and there was still the feeling of contractions in my lower groin, so they topped it up. This meant couldn't feel legs at all and couldnt move.
But had a good rest through the Monday night and about 7am on the Tuesday morning was fully dilated and it was time to push (couldn't feel anythin though). Pushed like a maniac for 2.5 hours, DD was in a slightly awkward position and there was a lip of cervix to get round. Consultants all came in and starting hmming and haaing about a cx, as DD's heartbeart was starting the early signs of distress. They decided to give me another 30 mins, the midwife said now come on, get this baby out!!
So I pushed my brains out, with DH and midwife holding my legs and everyone shouting encouragement. I was exhausted and had an episiotomy and forceps to help turn dd and ease her out (there was no yanking, just gentle traction while I pushed). Out she came, born on to my chest, was pink and crying already, bit of a red mark on her head, and started feeding almost immediately. I was so happy and on a high, cuddling gorgeous DD and eating my toast and tea. DH was sobbing and incoherent with joy and relief, and I was waffling on like a loon to the lovely Kiwi registrar between my legs stitching me up!
I remember it very fondly, even though it was intense and full on! Definitely the "biggest" experience of my life so far.
You'll be fine. And you'll meet that little baby soon!