Our first visit to L&D

We had another interesting weekend. I worked on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights (I refuse to work 3 shifts in row again until at least March, if ever). Friday morning I went home and slept for a few hours while Jeremy was at work, then I got up and cleaned and made a pot of chili. David came into town for a visit around 7pm.
Saturday the boys watched football, went car shopping, and planted some tulip bulbs for me. I have had several contractions a day for the last few weeks, but they were spuratic, sometimes 5 in an hour and sometimes I would go 5 hours without having one. Late Saturday night the boys put on a movie. My contractions started to pick up a little bit and it was late so I went to bed. I had 8 or 9 contractions over the next hour and a half. I tried all the tricks to get them to go away. Finally they slowed a little bit and I was able to fall asleep. I thought these were normal Braxton-Hicks contractions that everyone complains about. I woke up a few times during the night with them and really thought hard about waking Jeremy up and telling me had to go to the hospital or do something, but I didn't.
Sunday morning we got up and got ready for church. I had a few contractions while getting ready, a few on the way to small group, one or two during small group, and several while we ate lunch at Panera. I decided I better not run the errands that I had wanted to get done so we went home and I laid on the couch and in bed for a few hours. My contractions had increased in frequency and intensity and about 4:30pm I had had enough. I still thought that these must be the Braxton-Hicks contractions that everyone complains about. How was I going to live like this for the next 2 months. I didn't want to be the annoying first-time mom that is calling once a week, but I called because I didn't want the baby to be stressed and got the on-call doctor. Needless to say he was upset, said that this was not normal and that I was going to delivery this 31 weeker at home if I didn't get to the hospital immediately. So off we go to the hospital. I could tell that Jeremy was pretty nervous the whole way there because he was silent. Long story short, I was in pre-term labor, contracting once every three minutes with regularity and pretty high intensity, but I was not dilating. I got a shot of terbutaline, a fetal fibronectin test (fFN- predicts whether you will go in to labor within the next week or two) which was negative- praise God, and told to go home, keep well hydrated, take it easy, and take terbutaline to get the contractions to stop.
So that was our busy and scary weekend. I am taking it easy today, tomorrow I go to the lab for a three-hour glucose tolerance test which I have had to diet and fast for, and Wednesday night I am scheduled to work. Please pray that the contractions stop, I don't have to take the terbutaline every two hours (it makes me feel terrible), I don't get put on bedrest (we can't afford it), and that I pass the glucose tolerance test.