Rather the opposite for me; 1966 and I was booked into a 12 bed maternity home for the birth, went for a Tuesday antenatal clinic a fortnight before the due date, and I and five other women were told to come back that evening as they had 6 empty beds and needed something to do...
Four of us were settled into a ward that evening, and the woman in the next bed to me said she was already in labour (it was her fifth) and was moved to the labour room. Next morning, the matron came on her rounds, got us out of bed and her and a nurse showed us how to strip our beds and remake them. We had to do this every morning of our two week stay, and they were inspected! When we were all back in our freshly made beds she examined us, two more were in labour, I wasn't, so was dosed with orange juice and castor oil and told to get a move on. Thursday morning, same again, nothing doing. Friday morning, I was examined and pronounced to be in labour. It was news to me as I couldn't feel anything unusual, so she made me put my hands on my lump and feel for myself. When lunchtime came round, there was none sent for me as it had been reported to the kitchen that I was in labour and wouldn't want any. I soon put them right on that score and a plate duly arrived and I finished it with a nurse getting twitchy saying that I wouldn't make the labour room in time; I think she just wanted to get the shave and enema bit over before she went for her lunch. About an hour later I felt the first twinge, and delivered at 8pm, wondering what all the fuss was about.