My subconscious is pretty strange right now! Last night's dream:
I had been asked at the last minute to be a doula for a girl, M, who I had known in high school but had had no contact with since then. They asked me to meet them at the hospital, which I did, only to find the room stuffed with family members. I had never met the husband, and originally mistook him for her father. I had forgotten my birth bag and ball, and was so scattered that it took me three trips back home to actually get my stuff together, and when I finally walked back into the hospital M's mother said something snarky like "I thought you were supposed to be HERE with her" (her mother in real life is nothing like that!) :) And then it was my worst nightmare of labor, really, because M wouldn't do anything I suggested, just lay flat on her back and cried and thrashed around. Thankfully, Gabe woke me up before it was over.
Don't worry, Katie, I have NO expectations of your birth looking anything like that! :)