Very interesting! I felt this start late on a Thursday night and managed to sleep through it. It was well and truly happening on the Friday night and I barely slept. DD1 was born 3.42 Monday morning. Oh God I was so tired.

But well before the birth ever started I had this strange desire to enjoy labour quietly on my own for a few hours before calling in the troops, and I am very glad that I did.

Because it wasn't too painful, and being alone meant being confident in my body.

The birth didn't totally go as I planned but I loved that aspect.