False Alarm

The time is just not now. For the past few days I have been contracting. Nothing new. But yesterday I noticed more contractions so I decided to keep track of them on paper. I did not want to get my hopes up but I wanted to make sure I was not just wishfully convincing myself I was in labor. I had listened to the doctor and knew exactly when to call this time. He wants me to call when they are 5 minutes apart.....I knew I could do this..... I will not be sent home this time........
I started writing. Every 3.5 - 4 minutes my pencil was scribbling the time on a yellow sticky note.......I started to get scared and excited. I thought this was going to be the day I met my son....
My contractions did get harder and more frequent. Jason had mentally prepared himself to become a daddy within the next day or so. We arrived at the hospital, safely. I had my camouflage pillow in one hand and Jason was holding the other. We ran into a PreNatal Tour Group on the way to the elevator. I wanted to do a cart wheel for them because I was so excited and ready for this to be over but I just smiled and waved instead. They were all cheering and telling us congratulations....
I got to the unit and hopped onto the monitor. Contraction time........2 minutes apart. Steady.
We thought this meant baby. We called Jason's parents and mine in Alabama. We wanted them to know it could be soon. Well.........not soon enough.
After several hours of 1-2 minute contractions lasting 80-90 seconds each, the nurse decided to check me again.
NO CHANGE IN MY CERVIX.
WHAT?!?!!!????
I was mortified!
I was hurting all of this time for nothing!?!?
After the nurse spoke to my doctor, it got even worse. She entered the room with a syringe. I knew what was coming next. OUCH! She filled my muscle with that magic medicine that STOPS CONTRACTIONS! My doctor said it would just be best to stop them, monitor over night again and for me to come to the office on Wednesday. Bummer.