Yet another home birther.

Actually, it's quite funny, because before I got pregnant I always assumed I'd want the most high-tech birth possible. In fact, the nearer to "Beam it out, Scotty," the better. Once I got pregnant and started reading, I did a complete 180 and went for the home birth.

With a family history of long first labours, and a local hospital that is very quick to section older mothers, I reckoned the safest place for me was home. In the end, my labour actually lasted three and a half hours, which I'm convinced is due to being in my own enviroment, and being able to labour the way that suited me: dancing to loud rock music.

I found that as long as I could keep my hips moving, I could handle the contractions. In fact, I know it sounds odd, but I really enjoyed the whole labour an birth bit, and if I didn't have to do nine months of pregnancy first, I'd give birth at least once a week.