Is it ok for me to just have this baby already?

I know this might come as a surprise to some of you, but I'm really not a fan of pregnancy. This was only compounded yesterday. Before the panic ensues, everything is ok. Rhia is fine, I'm fine, and I've finally calmed down from the medication they gave me at the hospital. But seriously--I just want to get to where it's ok for her to be born and get this part over with.

Sunday night I woke up feeling a bit off--the little practice contractions I'd been having were getting more frequent and annoying, to the point where they actually woke me up. I managed to get back to sleep, because I figured they weren't a big deal, and when I woke up for work yesterday I felt fine. So I got up, went to work, and about an hour after I got there they started up again. They were pretty frequent, so I emailed my friend Maggie about it, and she told me to start timing them (she just had a baby in January, so she's been my guru). So I kept an eye on them all morning, and they were happening pretty frequently (every 4-5 minutes or so). They'd do that for a bit, then go away, then come back. She convinced me to call the doctor's office, and the doctor was out of town, so they transferred me to the hospital. When I told them what was going on, the nurse told me I needed to be there ASAP to be monitored. Note that this involves finding a sub, getting someone to come get me (which meant tracking Al down since he didn't answer his cell phone), and getting to the hospital. I finally got to the hospital at 1:00 (after calling them at 11:00), and was still having contractions the whole way to Ellensburg. They hooked me up to a monitor and whatnot, and Rhia's heartbeat was really high (170, as opposed to her usual 140). They picked up some little contractions, but they were still pretty frequent, so after about 2 hours they gave me a shot of this medication to stop them. It was like drinking about 5 pots of coffee, but it did stop them. I just shook and jittered really really badly for the rest of the day. It was not fun. So eventually they let me go home, but I'm on bedrest at the moment, and I have a doctor's appointment at 10:45 to meet with my doctor (since he did get back into town) and I guess we'll go from there. I'm guessing I'm not going back to work--I just have a hunch. Which upsets me, because I was not ready to be done yet--I thought I had at least a couple more weeks to get things sorted out. The good news is that the contractions weren't doing anything yet, they were just there, so she's not coming yet. I have a feeling she's just going to psyche us out 60 times, then be born 2 weeks late. It's still too early for her--37 weeks is full-term, so I want to make it at least that far, which is only another week and a half. The doctor I had yesterday told me that she'd be just fine if she were born now, just small, but I'd still rather her bake a little bit longer--at least until next weekend (and hopefully it will quit snowing so that her grandparents can get here! Seriously, Montana!). So, for now, I'm waiting to go to the doctor to find out more. My stomach is really sore, it feels like I've been doing situps, which is I'm guessing from all the contracting yesterday. I'm still getting them, but not like I was yesterday, so we'll see. I'll update after my appointment today.

At least I got everything washed and completely ready over the weekend--maybe subconsciously I knew?

****Update after doctor's appointment*****
Everything still looked ok, and he's letting me go back to work tomorrow! He told me that some women just contract, and that there's not a whole lot of reason for it, but it happens. If it gets like it was yesterday, then I need to go in and get checked out again, but otherwise just my weekly checks until she's born. I could either sit around here and wait and be bored, or continue with my normal stuff--I opted for continuing (probably much to Al's dismay). So all is good, thankfully.