Tiff, I added you.
For anyone who is not interested in reading a billion pages (ha) here is the short version:
The night before she was born (I was 39w3d) I woke up three times between 3:45 and 7am, each time having a really strong contraction paired with a really weird feeling of the baby burrowing lower and lower. I originally thought I was going into labor, but since I was only having one contraction every 1.5-2 hours, I figured it was just prodromal/prep work and went back to sleep in between. Still, it wasn't exactly a restful night's sleep, so when I got up with the kids at around 8:30 I was really tired (but not contracting). Thinking maybe I would go into labor that night (since my other two were born at night) I decided it was important for me to take a nap that day, so I asked my sisters (who were on their last day of spring break) to watch Wrenna and Ilan (my 5.5 year old daughter and 3 year old son). We got them over there at 11:30am and literally as soon as they walked out the door (before it had even closed behind them!) I had a contraction. From 11:30 to around 1 the ctx were around 2-3 minutes apart. I relaxed on the exercise/birth ball while my husband set up the birth tub, made the bed, did the dishes, etc. If I was moving they started coming really fast and intensely, so I tried to be still while he was setting all this stuff up. Once he was done and could sit with me, I got onto hands and knees with my arms draped across the birth ball and then pretty quickly they were between 1 and 2 minutes apart. I was lucid and chatty and happy and kept thinking we didn't need to tell my midwife Kristen to come over but by 1:34 my husband insisted because I was starting to vocalize through contractions. Kristen got here at 1:45 (she lives less than a mile away and had just gotten home from an appointment). She sat with me, checked the baby's heart rate, and applied counter pressure on my back for about 5 minutes, then asked if I wanted to get into the pool. I labored in there for about a half an hour. It was nice and warm and relaxing (relatively speaking...I was in active labor after all). But while pregnant I had expressed to her that I didn't want to give birth in the pool again (even though I enjoy laboring in it) because I had sort of gotten stuck there after Illy was born and hadn't enjoyed that, so at around 2:20 I got out of the pool and walked across my house to the bedroom (which was pretty hard -- I contracted about halfway through and it was awful to be standing). I got on the bed on forearms and knees again (with my face buried in some pillows) and pretty quickly after that started shaking, so I had a feeling I was going through transition. At this point my sisters came over with the kids, and so did my mom, but they stayed in the living room. Wren had been at Ilan's birth and it was wonderful, but I had been in the pool that time and I thought this angle would be too intense for the kids. At 2:37 my water broke with a big POP! I started pushing at this point and Josie was born 6 minutes later, at 2:43, with her left hand pressed up against her face. Kristen had told Andy how to catch her, so that was really special. He put her underneath me, and I just stared at her in awe for a few moments before picking her up. I had no tearing and very little bleeding and she had an absolutely gorgeous cord and placenta. I felt super great and strong afterwards! The daytime birth was so nice and humane...we were all in bed at a reasonable time that night. Since then I feel like I've been healing really well, and Josie has been doing wonderfully. She is a very sweet baby; she worked hard to get my milk in that second day and was pretty hungry/crabby but once it came in that night she mellowed out and has been a total peach. A good thing, because her older siblings have been pretty needy. :)