When I was expecting my second child, I was visiting my mum and went into labour early.
I ended up in the hospital at my mum's, where I had my first son. I was quite happy, as it meant I would get plenty visitors.
That was until the curtains opened and the boy I had a crush on for years, opened the screens, he was the doctor on call.
I don't know who was more embarrassed, him or me.
. He got such a rollicking from the consultant, because he hadn't examined me.
. I explained that he was getting nowhere near me.
I was on bed rest for a week, when I was told I could go home and have my baby at the planned hospital.
I was home for only an hour, went for a bath, then thought I was giving birth in the bath, when something, resembling a melon appeared.
DH was freaking out, as it definitely wasn't a baby.
Rushed to hospital, where I had all these people round my bed, wanting to have a look.
Eventually the docs asked if the could take pictures for a medical journal. I was absolutely mortified, but agreed, as long as my face wasn't visible. I knew too many doctors.
There were a stream of medics, all wanting a look.
So Phoenix, I hope this reassures you, that others share your embarrassment. 
It turned out that it was a very large polyp, which appeared and disappeared after the next two births.