Thank goodness it was false, because it's much too soon for any trips to the hospital. This pregnancy has been full of Braxton Hicks contractions, some fairly hard ones, but last night they became regular enough to worry about and get checked out. I didn't think it was anything of consequence, but it was hard not to worry about it when everyone else around me was going bonkers. At least the moved me to the front of the line in the Emergency room...it was quite busy for a weeknight (2-3 hour wait), and the contractions were already stopping by the time I got upstairs to maternity. When I walked in, they asked with a great deal of worry, many times over, "You're how far along??" I just started looking pregnant at 26 weeks.

This hospital is great, I delivered my first there and have always been impressed by the staff. The nurses there have probably delivered more babies than most doctors, and they are equipped to handle any situation, even the situation this could have been. The thought of having a baby this early is truly horrifying, I am so glad it wasn't to be. I'm glad some test results were already in before I turned on the TV and saw their show on premmies, and how tiny a baby is at this stage, it really is the limit of survivability, and that's one limit we don't want to push.

All the tests came out fine, I wasn't in any sort of real labor. Most likely it was due to dehydration, as I'd been outside earlier in the day and had forgotten to bring water with me. I got quite thirsty by the time I got back to water, and I drank like a camel, but it was a bit too late. Now water is my top priority, and I'm really guzzling it, with a goal of 80 oz. per day.

After a big-needled IV to make sure I was good and hydrated, and the results from all the tests, I got to go home. Nice as the hospital is (it really is), I really didn't want to stay there just yet. I don't have to be on bed rest or anything, but I will be taking better care of myself for sure. I want to be the great pumpkin for Halloween!