I hope it goes as well for you as possible. My 2nd was my best labour out of four, though also my weirdest, and the only pain relief I needed was heating pads (those things were labour magic for me).
In the first stage, my contractions never become consistent and were never closer together than 7 minutes (the hospital had a rule to call when they were consistently less than 5 minutes apart). I was able to manage most of the day fine and in the evening I went to lay down with heating pads on my pubic bone and lower back on the bed in the box room, wondering how long it would take to get 'established'.
I dozed on and off for a few hours and then, like a switch, I had the strong urge to get onto all fours, press the top of my head into the back of the nearby upholstered chair and push. I had to ask for my spouse to make the call now, about 10-15 minutes later my daughter's head was out which she turned while still inside me and spat amniotic fluid at her father. My spouse helped rearrange her arms (she was hugging herself with her elbows out, which may explain why my public bone ended up so bruised - it seemed those were bashing against it as she was facing that way - he moved them away from her neck), next contraction the rest of her slid out in the greatest sense of relief-euphoria into my hands, my spouse helped me to turn and sit down on the chair I had decided in labour-haze to kneel on - and that's when the paramedics knocked on the door and we found out my spouse hadn't actually hung up the phone, he'd just dropped it on the bed... he was so apologetic about that.
It is also the only labour I had without a retained placenta, it came out smoothly 5-10 minutes into a biohazard bag the paramedics had and done no issues, no idea why with her and none of the others.
The midwife came in shortly after asking me what blood type I was and was so relived I was a positive type so she didn't need to faff with things, we had a lovely chat, they helped me have a bath and checked me, no isses, and my newborn DD1 and I slept in the box room bed entirely oblivious to the mess that my spouse would clean the next day.
The chair she was born on is now in our living room and I'm in the process of getting some repair work done on it as it's now a priceless family treasure.