She arrived early (just a few days shy of the due date) on Thursday (1:30 in the am) after much ado about whether or not my water had broke. Silly me, I thought that would be something that would be pretty obvious, but it wasn't. By the time I got to labor and delivery (on Wednesday), I was informed that I had been in early labor for at least a day. Again, thought that would have been a little more obvious. As it turns out I am not that out of tune with my body, my water didn't really break, it just had a very slow leak and I have a fairly high threshold for pain.
Due to the slow leak, labor was induced and 13 hours later, I heard the words, "It's a girl." This coincided with extreme relief from pain and was promptly followed by the arrival of a slippery little person on top of my chest. My husband was great during the entire process and despite all the claims that there was no way he was looking "down there," curiosity got the best of him and he actually witnessed the birth. He declined to cut the cord though. I did not look. I figured, like with anything else that is painful, watching would only make it worse, so I kept my eyes shut and tried to focus.
We arrived home on Saturday and we've been adjusting to the new life ever since. So far, things are going well. The baby is still alive and intact and we haven't made any terribly huge blunders yet.