A Lesson on Patience & Heartbreak

Okay, so I totally admit it. I am not a patient person at all. I am probably one of the very least patient people I know...That being said I have had a very hard time waiting on this baby. Keep in mind that Tanis was 4 weeks early, Shaylyn 3 weeks early and Lex 2 weeks early.
Rewind to last Wednesday, April 9th. I wasn't quite to my 38th mark (that would happen on Friday) but ended up with contractions every 5 minutes and they were very painful. I waited an hour and a half with having them before I told Eric to come home.
Eric arrives home and I've still been having them. So, we get everything packed up (including a bunch of stuff for the kids for 2 days) and head to the hospital. We had to stop and the school and pick up Tanis and I was still having contractions. During the drive to the hospital the contractions hadn't stopped, but I kinda stopped keeping track of how frequently they were coming.
We arrive at the hospital and I get all set up to be monitored to see what is going on. Eric's dad came and got the kids for us and we were in for the long haul. The nurse came to check every hour on me and the contractions weren't doing A THING!
The nurse gave me the options of hanging out for another hour to see if anything would happen, taking a walk to see if that changed anything or just to go home. After she left the room I broke down in tears. I pretty much knew we weren't going to have this baby. It was a total of 5 hours of contractions that did nothing.
After the nurse came back after the hour we asked her to see what the dr. would say. Eric explained that the same kind of thing happened with Shaylyn, but the dr. just started us. So after she went and called the dr. she came back and told us that they would have kept us and the dr. would have started us, but they didn't have any rooms available for "elective" things. But, that they had an induction set up for us on Friday morning at 6:00. This was okay. I wasn't as upset knowing that there was an end in sight.
Eric didn't want to take any chances of me actually going into labor and us being at home, so far away from the hospital, so we made plans to stay Wednesday night and his parents home and Thursday night at my parent's.
Thursday came and I spent a nice day with Eric's mom. She is just amazing! We went to a few stores and then back to the house while she prepared dinner and I tried to keep the kids from driving her insane.
About 4:00 I get a call from the hospital verifying information for the induction planned for the next day. She asks a bunch of questions and finally gets to the insurance. When I tell her what insurance I have she tells me they don't accept it! She is a very kind lady and volunteers to call the dr's office to see what to do next.
The next call I get is from a nurse in the dr's office. She is kind of snide and says, "You can't have the baby there, because they don't take your insurance." DUH! We already figured this out. Then she tells me that the dr. probably told me to go to that hospital cause the last insurance card they have from me is from 2006. That right there is off - they have been billing the RIGHT insurance company for everything, so they must have the right info somewhere, right?
Anyway, she then tells me she will call the dr. to see what he wants to do as he wasn't in the office that day. She calls back after about a half hour and tells me that they called the correct hospital for my insurance and they have an induction set for the 18th as this hospital won't do it until you are at 39 weeks.
So Thursday night I spent most of it crying. We still spent the night at my parent's house Thursday night as I just wasn't quite ready to go home. Thanks Mom & Dad for letting us crash! My mom was understanding, but laughing on the inside as well. (I was almost 2 weeks late, so she doesn't really have a lot of sympathy for me, except for the way things turned out)
Friday I kept my emotions mostly in check, thanks to my little sister being around and keeping me company. When we got home Friday though, once again I was in tears. Saturday we headed to WalMart to pick up a few things and of course you see a bunch of babies, but I was still okay.
I am still frustrated with the whole situation and trying to be patient. Waiting to see if this baby comes on his own before Friday, or if I will have to be induced. I am kind of scared to be induced, but only slightly.
Anyway, just thought I'd give you all a notice of how things are going. I will post again when this kid is born - whatever day it happens to be.