I've had a few nights now where contractions started and I got up thinking "this is it" and got in the shower, ate something, and it stopped. No biggie, I just had a hard time going back to sleep after the excitment. However, last night we had crazy storms. The temperature shift throughout the day went from 35 degrees to 62 degrees (at 9 pm). We went walking at a park for a few hours and then came home, happy to have enjoyed some unseasonably warm weather. I had the first huge contraction at about 9:45 and I doubled over because it hurt so bad I couldnt stand up. When it was over we started getting our things together to leave (quickly, because we were under tornado watch). After about 30 minutes of contractions that were less than 3 minutes apart we were pretty sure that this was it. We called MIL to meet us at the hospital to get DD. We left home about 11:00, after an hour and fifteen minutes of contractions that were less than three minutes apart and getting way stronger. I have forgotten what a "real" contraction feels like. OMG it f-ing hurts.
I got in the car and had two contractions and everything stopped. All of the sudden. I got out and walked down the side of the highway in the rain trying to get them to start, and had two more contractions. So, I got back in the car and we continued on. We passed Walmart and I insisted that DH let me out so I could walk some more and go to the bathroom (the hospital is a 30 minute drive from our house in normal weather, it took longer in the rain). I walked around walmart for about 15 minutes and had 2 more contractions. DH was insistent that we get to the hospital because he was really concerned about the storms, so I got back in the car and we got to the hospital around 11:45. We stayed until 2, and I had maybe two big contractions the whole time. I was 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced. The strip showed I was having mild contractions, but with no regularity. We went home and took DD with us because MIL had been waiting in the waiting room with her. Im just so frustrated. I hate being this far away from the hospital and having to figure out what to do with DD. (my neighbors are in Maine right now, otherwise they would take her) because it means I have to leave before I know for sure that its real. I feel like the boy who cried wolf and like everyone is standing around tapping their foot waiting for me to have this baby. And I am SO ready. I'm sick of getting my hopes up that its time and then it just turning out to be fake.