Me at 34 weeks gestation. So, now for the news. At 3:30 am Sunday morning, I woke up to contractions. Oh dear, they can't come yet! So I chugged my water and kept quiet in hopes they would go away on their own. They got pretty regular and close together, but then seemed to subside. And then they came back. And then seemed to subside for a time. This went on all the rest of the night. And all morning, until noon when Ryan took me to the hospital. I really didn't want to go, for I know what happens. I was monitored for about a half hour and then given a shot of terbutaline. For those of you who don't know what that is, it feels like ANXIETY. Your pulse races, your hands shake, etc. Fight or Flight, they told me. However, as a response to that, my body relaxes the "smooth muscles," and the uterus happens to be one of those. The contractions stopped being regular, so I got to go home after about 3 and 1/2 hours. However, I did start to dilate, so I got a prescription for the same medicine in pill form and the ULTIMATUM: No sweeping, laundry, physical playing with kids, etc. etc. No nothing. I can sit and feel jittery with my wonderful medication. Ugh. Dr. M quipped that this medicine seems to have a low incidence of abuse. Duh. Why anyone would chose to feel like this, I haven't the foggiest idea.