I think I knew the day before that I was going to go into labour soon. I turned down a cake at lunchtime the day before I went into labour (not like me at all!), and at dinner time I remember saying to my DH and DM "don't be surprised if the baby comes tonight, I don't feel right, but I don't know why."
I woke up at 5.20am the next morning and felt period type aches. I got out of bed and went to sit in the living room and by 6.00am I realised I was having contractions and it felt like bad period pains plus my tummy was tightening up and rock hard when the contractions were coming. I woke DH up so he could time the contractions.
We then called the hospital, and they advised to have a couple of paracetamol, eat some toast and have a relaxing bath. I had the paracetamol, chewed a mouthful of toast and spat it out, I just couldn't eat! I stayed in the bath for about an hour and a half with DH kneeling on the floor holding my hand as the contractions got stronger and topping up the hot water. When the contractions got worse I felt the need to bite down so grabbed a clean flannel to chew on and then we decided it was time to go to the hospital.
We phoned the hospital again and they sounded doubtful, especially when I said I felt like I needed to push down, but told us to pop in and they could have a look at me. DH helped me to get dry and put some clothes on - I looked a wreck as I couldn't be bothered to put a bra on in between contractions (there was about a minute between contractions) and wore leggings and a horrible old t-shirt of Dh's.
DH had meanwhile woken up my DM (she was staying with us as she lives quite far away), and we all got in the car and drove to the hospital. The car journey was a bit grim as it really hurt going around corners and over speed bumps and potholes! My contractions carried on the whole time and I had to keep stopping when I had one and gripping onto Dh's hand.
We arrived in the maternity unit at 9am and a midwife came to meet us (my mum said afterwards they looked a bit doubtful that I was that far into labour as I had to stop halfway down the corridor to have another contraction) but I didn't notice and was still biting down on my flannel!
The MW then got my notes and I laid down on the bed to be examined and she told me I was 9cm dilated! I was half happy as I knew I didn't have much further to go and half scared as I didn't know how I'd handle the actual birth!
I got into the birthing pool as soon as they'd filled it with water and had some gas & air, as soon as I got into the pool I felt more relaxed straight away! The gas and air helped with having something to bite down on, plus it helped me to concentrate on breathing through the contractions. DS was then born just after 11am, so about 5 and a half hours from start to finish :)
Sorry for such a long post, but it was the best day of my life (cheesey I know!)