More good times.....

After 6 hours of contractions yesterday, starting at 5 minutes apart and finally moving to 3 minutes apart and growing in intensity, I decided to go to the hospital. I didn't want to wait till too late, since with Olivia, they couldn't get me a room (and hence, and epidural) till I was at an 8. That was pure misery that I wanted to avoid, so off Jason and I went. Yeah, I was only at a 1.5. So I walked around for an hour (an un-fun hour) in a hospital gown, only to be told I hadn't changed at all and should go home. I'm so depressed. I figured that I would just have a long night, and have to go back later, since I was still contracting every 4 min or so, but alas, twas not to be, since pretty much as soon as I got home, the contractions stopped. I've only had 6-7 today. I am never going to have this baby. ::sob::