10 minutes, 10 minutes, nothing

I thought for sure we were going to end up in Labor and Delivery last night. I started having contractions around 8:30 last night. They were coming about every 10 minutes, some less comfortable than others, but none that "prevented me from talking". The hospital only wants to see you if they are 5 minutes apart, 1 minute long, last for at least an hour, and are painful enough that you can't talk through them. 11:30 rolled around with the same pattern, so then I felt more confident that Emma would not be making her debut quite yet. I did, however, have the feeling that she was not going to wait until Friday either. Once I finally fell asleep, I had constant dreams of delivering her. Contractions came and went all night. I was wide awake from 330 until 530, contractions every 6-10 minutes or so. Boy oh boy, is my back aching today. BUT, I'm still pregnant. I will probably hang out close to home today. Larry is on standby. I have a doctor's appointment at 1:45 today. While I am not a huge fan of the "checking", I'm wondering if all this BS the past few days has led to any progress at all. 3 days until D-day. I am so over being pregnant. =(