OK, sorry for taking so long to get back to you guys.
I've been really overwhelmed with this whole L&D and being a new mom thing.
Anyways here's our story and I'll white out the really crappy part so the mom to bes who don't want to read it can skip that part.
Last saturday started out as usual. We were still in the process of getting the house cleaned out for my family to come visit once Violet arrives. And we were planning our strategy on what to do next. I haven't felt bad contractions yet and the wednesday prior at the doc's visit they said I was 3cm 60%. So I knew our little one was coming out pretty soon.
I even had a one sided conversation and told our baby that this weekend would be perfect because then DH can spend time with him/her longer
Around 11:40ish we took a break from cleaning and ate some cheese and crackers. And I took a potty break afterwards walked into my bedroom and suddenly felt something leaking... I thought "What the heck? Did I just pee my pants?.. I JUST came out of the bathroom too..." AND then it hit me and I yelled for my DH "I THINK MY WATER BROKE!!!".
DH practically ran upstairs and said "OK, I'll go get ready now...".
We both haven't taken a shower yet so we took the shortest showers we've known and of course by that time my water decided to gush out... I had to stand in the tub for a good bit before I can even put my clothes on.
Walked to the car, put plastic trash bag and towel on the seat (heck, I don't want to have to clean up the car when we come home!) and off we go!
Walking from the parking lot to the hospital was kinda embarrassing because I started gushing again. And man... was I leaking... I looked like I peed my pants again

Oh well...
The L&D dept was thankfully slow that day, so they put us in the observation room and strapped me to the monitors after asking for pee and stuff. I was still leaking so much that I can't tell whether I actually peed or just giving them amniotic fluid.
They checked some stuff, called the on-call doctor and moved us to the L&D room. The room is very cool and we got a really nice day nurse. She told me that the doctor wanted me on pitocin to get my labor going. I said "I want epidural!" ...
So here we are, I am hooked to IV, pitocin, monitors, etc... and my thought was "What if I need to go use potty?" hehe... Of course I had to take my IV/pitocin/stand with me... which I had named Wilma (don't ask).
We were both hungry by then since we haven't really had lunch yet. Apparently I can only have clear stuff... jello, broth or orange sherbert. I picked jello. DH had to feed it to me because I was hooked up to so many things... hehehe... Then he left to get our bags from the car and get his own lunch... lucky goose...
I was still pretty comfy the first several hours. I had only gone up to 4cm 80% when she checked me again and THEN the real contractions hit... And I hit my pain tolerance treshold.
I was trying to breathe and not bruise DH hands at the same time but man it got harder and harder to the point where I started uncontrollably shaking. I just started crying when the epi doctor came. He rolled me on my side and gave me the wonderful meds. I felt my ears and eyes closing down apparently my blood pressure went dangerously low amd they had to pump in another med to stabilize me. Afterwards I felt a lot better even when they had to up my pitocin to get me contracting stronger. Better enough that we could talk about picking out a girl's name. We agreed on the boy's but we hadn't agreed on the girl's yet.
We talked about the names and nurses came in and out several times to check my progress and I pretty much blanked out on the numbers. Before the contractions came hard, they checked to see if I could go potty. I had about 4bags of IV and only went potty once before the epi. Since I can't go they had to do the catheter on me. It wasn't as bad as I thought because she gave me the in and out one. I didn't have to be hooked up to it since I was close to delivering.
Then contractions hit so hard that I couldn't breathe through it. Even my epi button didn't help. I went to the point where I started shaking from the pain and the nurse came in to check and said I was 9.5 with a little bit of cervix left. I was in so much pain that I just shook and shook and shook. 
My regular nurse came in finally to ask me to push... I wish I had remembered the time I started pushing but I was so miserable that I didn't bother looking. All I can remember is that I pushed and pushed and pushed. The nurse tried to stretch me and stretch me while I'm pushing. I felt like I had to push forever. In our prenatal class they said that I would feel the urge to push. I swear I felt none of that.
All I felt was pain... unbelievable amount of pain. In the middle of the delivery I started screaming just because I couldn't take it anymore. I started praying in my head and hoping for the baby to come out. By the time the baby was low enough for every body to see the head I've had enough and started saying “Why isn't it out yet?” over and over and over. DH wouldn't let me off the hook for that now... 
I remembered watching The Baby Story on tv and seeing that once the baby's head is out they pretty much pull out the rest pretty quickly. I just started thinking about that and hoping it'll happen soon. The pressure when the baby's head is “right there” was excruciating to me. Nothing could have ever prepared me for it... If anyone were to tell me that, I probably would opt for C/S. Yes... I'm that much of a baby...
And then suddenly I felt the baby came out and OMG!!!! I heard one of the nurses said “IT'S A GIRL!!!! Delivered on May 10th at 00:01 – Happy Mother's Day”... They put the baby on my chest and kept saying “Look at your baby!” but I was so tired, in pain, shaking uncontrollably that I couldn't lift my head for more than a second at a time. The doctor ended up having to sew me up because I tore pretty well... 8lb baby... 19.5in... Pretty darn large considering I'm not too big to start with. The doctor stitched me up and it hurt ... delivered the placenta and then off he went. I asked him if I tore and he said “Yes, but we knew it was going to happen.” Which kinda p-o-ed me since he didn't try to do episiotomy. I think he came in too late to do it... urgh...
Afterwards I was still shaking so hard that I couldn't hold the baby yet. Then I had to go potty and the stuff that came out amazing... I swear no mom tells you these stuff because if they had, nobody would want to deliver a baby. I finally could hold my baby an hour after she was born and tried to breastfeed her... and to look at her face and fell in love with her for the first time...

I ended up staying in the hospital for an extra day because the stitches hurt so bad. So we came home on tuesday the 12th and I've been dealing with breastfeeding issues and stitch pain since...
Anyways, that's our story... hope it didn't scare anyone too much. I didn't get the dreaded hemorroids but I did get crappy stitches...
here she is: