Frequent Flyer

I figured since I hadn't been to the hospital in the last 5 weeks I should stop in and make a visit. I woke up for work at 5:30am Friday morning feeling really bad. I was so tired and nauseated and contracting already. I spent the whole day at work being completely worthless. I couldn't eat, the Brethine didn't stop the contractions, and they were more painful and in a different spot than usual. I just felt different. I left work early at 6:00pm and decided to go to the hospital. So what happened when I got there you ask? Absolutely nothing! I had a few light contractions spaced out over an hour. I was still dilated to a fingertip. Now I would like to say that I didn't think I was in full blown labor. All of these times I've gone in to the hospital I have been worried that I might be in early labor and it could be stopped if I got there early enough. So now I have vowed to myself that I will not step foot into the hospital unless I am in so much pain I can't breathe or walk. Mondo makes fun of me because I got sent home so many times when I was pregnant with Ethan but just for the record...that was different. I was 38 weeks and had no idea what I was feeling. I now know what a "real" contraction feels like so all of these times I've gone in I was worried about preterm labor. I am now almost 36 weeks and pretty much out of the danger zone for bad things to happen to the baby so hopefully you won't be hearing about another trip to the hospital unless I come out with a baby! By the way, I called in sick for Saturday and slept for 12 hours and felt much better. I guess a lot of it was fatigue. Go figure.