After a 3 day labor at home, I decided I'd had enough and wanted to go on to the hospital instead of waiting longer to try to homebirth. It was a carefully made decision, made with the help of my labot assistants and midwife.
My dh decides this is the time to get on the computer and see if going to the hospital will be covered by our insurance (!). I mean, did he not think of this BEFORE the moment I am ready to go? SO I am sitting in my bedroom, alone, breathing through contractions, for like 20 or 30 minutes, and finally someone comes in and I want to know what is happening, why are we not ready to go? And my dh is on the computer, freaking out at everyone, saying "My wife is DYING!" (There was no emergency, he was just freaking out).
I'll tell you, it was not comical then, but it makes a great story now.
Another funny thing happened. When i was in labor, any noise bothered me. I mean, when I was having a contraction, no one could move, because I couldn't stand the sound of footsteps. My helpers were following me around plugging in air cleaners for white noise.
During this time, my neighbor decides to mow the yard. I am inside going crazy, and I tell my husband he has to go outside and make the neighbor stop.
Dh goes out and says," Man, I'm sorry, but...". The neigbor says "No problem," releases the bar on the mower and goes back inside. The mower was still sitting there 3 days later when I got home from the hospital.