OK here's how it went.
I started having contractions on my due date in the evening, but didn't catch on that I needed to be timing them until after I'd crawled into bed. They weren't really close enough together but were enough to keep me up so I went to take a bath. After a couple hours they did seem to be, so I called the midwife. She chatted for a bit and told me to see how I felt in an hour.
After an hour I called saying I felt a fair amount of pressure in my bum and we went in. I wasn't that dilated when she checked me and my contractions weren't all -that- strong yet so we went home with a shot of gravol to help me sleep some. (as since this happened at BEDTIME I was already exhausted) Hubby was tired and irritated too. He goes to sleep after passing his work responsibilities off for Monday. I try, but end up shaky while drowsing. The heating pad is the only thing keeping me from falling over when I get up. (apparently I'm cold or something.)
I manage to rest a bit during the day, sort of. Really light sleep. Contractions ease off a lot while I'm resting, and I get a couple 1/2 hour breaks. By 2pm I feel up for some food, so I grab a bowl of cereal. Don't really remember too much about the few hours afterwards, but I do end up in the bath again for awhile. Also, my plug started to come out. SO GROSS. A few hours after that, I'm in a ton of pain, not coping too well, want to cry through a contraction, shaking, ask hubby for help because I also need to pee. He comes in, gets me out, dries me off, observes more plug which I never noticed.
Water isn't helping here so I get out and walk/lie on the couch. Not coping so I call the midwife. She's busy with another difficult birth so her alternate (an awesome lady) agrees to come check me at home. It's 9pm at this point. Start timing again at my dh's insistence. Turns out my time perception is messed, they are close enough. MW arrives, checks, apparently I've HIT TRANSITION and didn't know. lol. (She just said I didn't have much cervix left though, but told hubby my progress) We are going to the birth center.
I get there, crawl into the tub again, enjoy relaxing in it (it's AWESOME) but after awhile it's apparent my contractions are slowing down again, so we get out and have me walk around for an hour. I get to hang on to hubby through each one. It's extremely helpful as pain management. Walking gets things going a fair bit, but she's not descending completely because my water still hasn't broken, but I still feel a bit of urge to push. We break it and I get back into the tub. I'm trying to push but my position isn't too effective. So she has me try a different position, which works marvelously.
Pushing feels weird. Also that moment of shock when she pops out and then you're holding her. First thought: That fit inside me? WOW.
We named her Robin Willow. DH actually picked the middle name, finally. Also he appears to have bonded with her already. 5 seconds of skin to skin while I was getting stitched was all it took. (first degree tear)
It DID take a long time overall. (10-11 pm May 7th to 4:28 May 9th) Shockingly I managed to keep my energy levels relatively good throughout and as I'd been sleeping well up until that night the broken rest I got was enough to carry me through. Mostly I got calories through liquids and only threw up twice. XD (unfortunately once on the midwife because I missed the bucket. SORRY) If I'd been in the hospital, almost certainly something would have been done to 'hurry it up' and I am sure I would have gotten an epidural at some point. So basically, I'm really glad I was with a midwife at a center because, other than being long, this turned out to be the birth experience I wanted.