A quick trip to L&D

We made a little trip to Labor and Delivery tonight (July 8th) and came home with nothing but a hospital bracelet and a paper saying sorry we had to send you home.
My family came up yesterday to spend the day up here in case I went into labor and for meetings and some shopping of course. As they were on their way up from Richfield I had a good hour of hard steady contractions 10 minutes apart and then wham bam the second they walk in the door it stopped. Well today around 5:30 the contractions started up again. This time they hurt worse and were getting as close as 3 minutes apart for a while. I kept procrastinating going to the hospital because I didn't want to be one of '"those women who can't tell if they are in labor or not and get sent home from the hospital after an hour" so we decided to go out to eat with the family before Dad and Jake had to go home. Fast forward 2 hours, 1 dinner where I couldn't really eat anything, and a zillion close painful contractions later we head on up to the hospital ready to get this kid out...we get in the car and are riding to Provo and the contractions start slowing down so we decide to take a little walk and they start speeding up and getting stronger so I'm thinking things are going to be good. Well I get in the bed all suited up and strapped in and...nothing. One hour in labor and delivery and all I get is one and a half really good contractions and no changes, that's it...nothing. The worse part about the whole thing was our sweet nurse kept saying "Oh there is no way you are going to make it to Sunday, we might even see you back here tonight!" That is not exactally what Andy and I wanted to hear.
Now here I sit, one of "those women", typing away at 1:45 in the morning...having terrible contractions.