So Far, So Eeehhhh.....

This conference trip was not a good idea.

I've tried to be stoic and professional, but things aren't panning out.

Wednesday--
I've recieved orders from OBGYN to take medical records and pay attention to contractions.

That's right. I've started having Braxton-Hicks contractions. These are decoy contractions that can begin anywhere from one month to one day before delivery. Bottomline: Whether false alarms or not--they HURT.

Thursday--
My Mom is driving me to the conference. I've read the itenerary wrong and we will be late to the early panels.
Though the drive should only take an hour and a half, we take a considerably longer path to accommodate my pee breaks, my anxiety about other drivers, and what turns out to be, faulty MapQuest directions. When we arrive to Tulsa, I have only the wherewithal to climb into the back seat to lay on my side for an hour.
Conference time attended: 0 hours, 0 minutes

Friday--
After worrying about the frequent contractions throughout the preceeding night, I rise and head to the conference. Due to traffic, I arrive 15 miutes late to the panel and the panel ends 30 minutes early. However, I am still unbelievably uncomfortable and cannot manage to absorb any of the information that I am hearing. I decide to skip the next panel at 10:30 and go take a long lunch. Unhappily, lunch becomes an emotional and physical torment as my contractions become so intense that I and my mother contemplate calling the hospital. She starts timing the contractions while I place a call to my husband. He is heading to Tulsa when he gets off work today. I tell him, "Better bring the car seat, the breast pump, and a baby outfit with you". I am too freaked to go back to the conference.
Conference time attended: 1 hour, 25 minutes

Tommorrow--
Who knows? I'll keep you posted.