At 3am I awoke feeling a little different, assuming it was braxton hicks I went back to sleep until 04.15 when it hit me I was in labour. I tried to go back to sleep but was pacing the bedroom every 10 minutes, this is when my husband, Andy woke up. I turned to him and said "I think I'm in labour". He looked at me and I could tell for a moment the thought of going back to sleep crossed his mind! He didn't however and together we timed the contractions. They started 10 minutes apart and grew closer after a few hours. We were both calm and we went down stairs for breakfast and a cup of tea. I ate my toast while sitting on the birthing ball. After breakfast Andy ran me a bath, he had to fill the kettle a couple of time as it was so early the hot water wasn't very hot yet! After a nice long bath which helped with contractions I got up and dressed. By now it was 08.30 and the contractions were every 4 minutes, we decided we best head to Cresswell (our local maternity hospital. On arrival they were just going to assess me but I got a contraction and they decided I wouldn't be going home anytime soon! I got an internal, while I was sitting there I was thinking "she's going to tell me I'm only 1cm dilated" to our surprise I was 4cm! I had wanted a water birth but the pool was out of use, So decided to have a bath. As it was running I sat in front of Andy on the birthing ball, gripping on to both his knees as he fed me banana in between contractions. I got in to the bath, I'm not sure how long I was there but after a while felt the urge to push but I thought it was too soon. Having decided the bath wasn't big enough I had thought I best get out. I somehow managed to get on to the bed on my hands and knees and push with each contraction. It really wasn't as painful as I thought it was going to be. I didn't need drugs or gas and air nor did I even scream or tell Andy how much I hated him. Instead I looked at him between each contraction and smiled, knowing with each one I was closer to bringing our baby into the world. At 13.08 our baby was born, I looked in utter shock as I saw we had a little boy. I had thought it would be a girl even though we called our little bump he (Andy felt it was a boy). As I held Angus to my chest, I cried with joy, not believing we could have made something so pure, so innocent, so perfect.