I was sitting in the bath at nine in the morning when my waters went pop! I then did some ironing (what was I thinking?!) and rang DH. I went to the hospital to have it confirmed that it was my waters and then I went to my parents' where I ate fish and chips and contracted, much to my dad's horror. I think he thought that the baby would shoot out at any moment!
I went home and met DH as my BIL had picked that day to deliver a fridge freezer (lovely of him but he really did pick the day!) and I was worried it would get nicked from outside our house. DH manoeurved it in nearly coming a cropper over the old one and I unloaded the dishwasher round him, contracting all the while (Really, did that need to be done right then?!) DS went off with my parents late afternoon and I contracted merrily, hanging on to the doors and watching gardeners' world - the colours of the flowers were very beautiful and calming I thought.
We went to the hospital around nine at night (scaring the male NDN on the way) and lovely, lovely DD arrived at half six the next morning! Twas a really lovely birth, notwithstanding the third degree tear but oh, well! I love that story!