I am a very lucky lady.

For the past four days or so, I have been having contractions anywhere from 20 to 7 min apart for about 30 sec to 1 min for at least 4 hours at a time. Just when I thought I was ready for action, things would then go caput. It was frustrating, but with my history of going closer to 42 weeks, I tried not to be so discouraged.

Yesterday I made homemade bread and took it out of the oven too early. I was gummy and unedible. I think that was the universe's way of telling me to chill out.

Midwife came by to do a home visit and to do some sort of hip shaking technique to coax baby into optimal position.

So late last night I finally had some progress and contractions progressed to 5 min and 1 min long, which is when my midwife wanted me to call her.

Thanks to crappy AT&T service, she didn't get the first message.

Hubby was awesome and set up the birthing tub, ozonated the water, and basically it was just him and I handling things with only the sounds of nature and my grunts in the background. After four or five pushes with a break in between He caught the baby, and...

It's a girl!

Carmen is her name. 7lbs. 9 oz. 19.5 inches long. No complications.

I admit that in my head I was a little panicky about not having the midwife there, but my hubby provided the confidence I needed to get through it.

Midwife rolled up minutes afterwards and took care of the rest. She was awesome.

Placenta is on its way to be ground into capsules.

All is good. I am sore but happy and feeling very blessed.