Close, but not close enough

Well, I'm technically in early labor. At the birthing class, we were taught to go to the hospital when the contractions are 5 minutes apart, lasting 1 minute each, for at least one hour. I'm having 1 minute contraction about 3;3.5 minutes apart... for the last three days.
There the right time apart, but they aren't strong enough to do much cervical change. We went to the hospital Sunday morning and they said that they could have kept me, but I would be more comfortable at home.
My grammy (a retired doctor) has been checking me out pretty much once a day and I'm at a good 3cm, but it's just progressing really slow.
I'm pretty tired of this at this moment. It's hard to get around and do the things I need or would like to do. walking is good to get things rolling, but it hasn't work for me yet. Nate and I will power waddle the mall once or twice and they start to hurt, gut then I'm too tired to keep walking (it's hard caring 20-30 pounds in just your belly!). After we get home, I try to take a warm shower to increase oxytocin, but that hasn't worked too well yet.
Apparently, when I am in "true labor", I won't be able to handle the contractions, they say. The problem, I'm pretty good with pain. I survived dislocating my knee six times before having the corrective surgery and a year with an inflamed gallbladder and stones before having it out, both without post-op pain medication (stupid pharmacist tried to give me vicodin, which can kill me). So if I do go into "true labor", I'm not sure that I'll be able to tell because of the high pain tolerents.
I was barely able to walk the dogs today with all of the pelvic pressure, I can't stay at home by myself because of a doting husband and overprotective mother to finish the
"nesting process", there's nothing anyone can do to make me comfortable, and it's still technically too early for the doctors to move this along! I mean, I'm due tomorrow and they won't do anything still! And to top it off, today's 7th Heaven was the one when Lucy went into labor! Just rub it in my face, why don't you universe?
I just want to be done!

Come Out!

Well, I've been at my folks more the past two weeks more than I have in a long time. Basically after my brother got home from a.i.t, I dropped (baby settled into my pelvis). I was fine with that, less heartburn, more peeing; but last week, I went into a false labor at 12:00 in the morning. Oi! That was an adventure!
So, Nate and I decided that I should have someone close by, just in case he really decides to to pop. So most of last week, I was with either my Grammy, my dad, or B when I wasn't with Nate.
Oh, but the fun doesn't end there: Monday morning (around12:30) I started having contractions again. I figured that they would just go away, so I went to the family room and put in a movie to distract me. Half way through, it was getting harder to concentrate on Hairspray and by 3:30 I was so tired and frustrated, I woke up Nate, just for support. When the lights went on, my lips were white apparently, a good sign of dehydration. So we called the Dr. and explained the contraction thing-y and was told to come in to see if baby was okay.
Apparently dehydration causes contractions. After watching how baby was doing and getting some water in me (it was bad enough that I needed an IV) we were sent home, yet again, to wait. Fun fun.
At least I got a cool water jug out of the deal. It holds ruffly 900 cc (30oz) and I was instructed to drink at least three of the jugs a day to ward off dehydration again.

I'm so ready to have this baby! Unless you're a mom, you have no idea how uncomfortable I am and how anxious I am to meet him.