Long weekend!

So I had another doctor's appointment on Thursday. Nothing fantastic - blood pressure was great, baby's heart rate was perfect, still 3cm and 80% effaced. Doctor told me again how great he thinks my delivery will be because of my progress without any labor. He then tells me that he does not expect me to make it to the following weeks appointment. Wahoo!

Fast forward to Friday night somewhere between 11:30 and midnight. I'm getting contractions and they are 8-9 minutes apart. I decide after a few hours of timing them that I have to try and get some sleep. Yeah, that's funny. I do manage to get a good hour, maybe 2 tops (although Paul doesn't think I got anything more than an hour) before the contrax start getting hard. So I go downstairs and start timing them again. 5 minutes apart. 4 minutes apart. 3 minutes apart. Getting harder and longer. Uh oh! This is the real thing!! I finally call M&M at 4:30 and tell them to get up, have a cup of coffee and head down my way. I wake up Paul and let him know it's time. I have a bowl of cereal and then call my mom to let her know that she's going to have to take my daughter at least for the day. Her and Paul decide to meet 1/2 way between our houses at 6am rather than have Paul drive the hour out to her house and then back. While Paul is gone I start to get nauseous. I call my doula - who I really didn't want to wake up that early since I am over 2 weeks early and she is technically not on call for me yet....and I knew she had been out drinking with friends the night before. She says she's fine, let her shower and get dressed and she'll meet us at the hospital.

We finally leave for the hospital somewhere between 6:30 and 7am. As we're driving out there, I feel the contractions getting easier to handle and farther apart. I tell Paul this better not be happening - I just disrupted so many lives, I better actually be in labor!! We get to the hospy, check in and get on the monitors. Contractions are barely registering, if at all. Great. The doctor tells me to walk for 1-1.5 hours and see if that works. So, my posse (and yes, that's what it looked like with Paul, M&M, and my doula all with me) and I head out to the halls to get in some exercise. They check me after a good hour and I'm still 3cm dilated but now I am 90% effaced. They ask me if I'd like to go home and I tell them yes because I haven't eaten anything since that bowl of cereal at 4:30 am and now I'm starving. The nurses all swear they are going to see me back there later that night or the next morning at the latest. Obviously they were wrong since I'm now sitting here typing this update rather than sitting in the hospital - haha!!

So, that was my weekend. I felt horrible for making so many people disrupt their entire lives but everyone keeps telling me it wasn't my fault. M&M stayed at a relatives house overnight just in case I went into labor again. My mom kept Shayla one more day for the same reason. However, M&M had to get back to the city today so they can resume their normal lives tomorrow. My mom offered to keep Shayla one more day to see what happens but I missed my little munchkin. Besides, who knows if this will actually happen tonight or tomorrow anyway.

I figure now that all of our lives are back to normal, I should go into labor any minute - hahaha!!!!