34 Weeks and Counting

Last week we had a bit of a scare. I woke up with a back ache, which is totally par for the course at this point in the game. But the ache started to get worse and didn't ease up after getting out of bed and getting moving. After breakfast I plugged Trent into the TV and went for a nice hot shower, which should have erased any lingering traces of regular back achenes or stiffness. No go. After stretching and soaking I thought "something isn't quite right". But I second guess myself all the time now. I've never been this pregnant. I'm bigger than I've ever been, I'm slower, I'm achier, I'm moodier. I called my girlfriend to ask her opinion; after her having 2 kids she is like my pregnancy expert. She said it could be normal pains, or it could be more, so suggested that I call my OB. Call my OB and her office is closed until Monday. So I call the OB that I saw the week prior, who she had left me in his care while she was away. His office is ALSO closed until Monday. Really?! Alright, health link (a toll free number that connects you to a nurse who does a basic assessment with you over the phone and then makes a recommendation to you for care) it is. After 45 minutes of the phone with them, the nurse suggests that I take some Tylenol and lay down to rest my back. At this point the pain is increasing, starting to actually come in waves and has me thinking it might be more than just an achy back. I call my girlfriend back and she can hear *something* in my voice so she comes right over. She doesn't really give me much of a choice and just says that she's taking Trent to play and she'll drop me at the hospital. "It won't hurt for them to have a look at you. The worst thing that will happen is they'll tell you you're fine and send you home."
I didn't get sent home.
After being hooked up to the monitors and having an examination done, and knowing my history of premature labour, I was admitted to labour and delivery. I was 70% effaced and 2cm dilated and although I wasn't showing any major contractions on the monitors, my uterus was tightening, irritated and tender to the touch. And the only thing that really showed as out of the ordinary was a trace of an infection in my urine.
Almost 48 hours later, 6 bags of IV, 5 rounds of antibiotics, 3 tear filled visits with my sweet boy who just didn't understand why mommy couldn't come home, and 5 of some of the sweetest nurses I've ever met - I was discharged again. I was definitely feeling better. The back pain was practically gone. My appetite was coming back and I didn't feel like all I could do was stare at the wall. So I guess I was on mend. It blows my mind though, how only a trace of an infection could have overwhelmed my body to the point for potentially bringing on labour. I've always known that was the probable cause for Trent coming so early, but we knew about that infection, and it was stubborn and wasn't reacting to antibiotics. I had no symptoms of anything this time around. Nothing. 
So I've made it to 34 weeks. If JellyBean were to come now, he wouldn't need steroids to help develop his little lungs. He likely would need a hospital stay, but usually it's much shorter at this stage in the game. The last couple of days back home, I've been taking it really easy, but am still not feeling 100% myself. I'm crampy and have some pelvis pressure... but I'm pretty sure that is "normal" for this point of pregnancy. I see my doctor again this week and hopefully will have some reassurance that I'm doing everything I can to have a "normal" pregnancy.