A few minutes later I totally lost it, screaming, yelling and panicking during contractions. They were so strong. Between contractions I was still fine. I also was a little bit nauseous, so I suspected transition, but didn't really dare to hope for it. I still thought that most likely the midwives would arrive to find me at 1cm or so, although I hoped I would at least be 4 or 5.
Then I got this incredible urge to push and there was no way I could get out of the bath tub to do that anymore. So I just went ahead -- first some poop and then I felt the baby coming. I got into a sitting position and we saw the head coming out. Sander felt for a cord around the neck, but the neck wasn't out yet. Then we decided to let the water drain and I pushed a little bit more and she glided into Sander's hands so easily and he put her on top of me. He put a dry towel on top of her and I peeked beneath it, totally expecting to see a little penis. But there wasn't one; she had a vagina!
When she was born, the water still was in the tub. Sander later told me that he saw my bag of waters break while she was coming out and he also could see her turn around like she was supposed to do, all by herself!
The water was out of the tub by now, I bled quite a lot in our opinion (it turned out later that it was not too bad) and we waited for the placenta. About 10 or 15 minutes later it came out and we moved me, baby and placenta to the bed (which was a pretty comic sight, with Sander holding the placenta in a bloodied pie pan next to us) The bathtub looked like somebody had been murdered in it :-) We just left it that way, so the midwives would be able to assess the amount of blood I had lost.