Totally contrary to how I felt yesterday, today I am relishing being 'normal'. I mean having niggles, having a show, waiting for it all to begin, walking with my family, cooking, sitting on the ball etc. With Byron it was so unexpected and was all wrong. Every turn led us further away from where we wanted to be. I really feel that a normal and maybe even comparatively brief labour is possible. For these things to happen in their own time feels really right and like the hb really is possible and we really might just be able to all be comfortably at home together before, during and after. It's a lovely feeling!