I think I'm more worried by the prospect of daily MW checks (at home) than I would be by them saying 'you're okay, just pop in every couple of days so we can keep an eye on you'. It's partly the daily thing, as daily checks in my head are equated with being high-risk, and partly at home, because even if you were on daily checks in the UK I bet they'd still expect you to schlep to see the CMW! Intellectually I know it's for reassurance and I know it's a very French thing to do because the more care and tests the better - culturally people seem to find medicalisation very reassuring - but it still worries me because in my head it's in total opposition to them saying 'you're fine'.
Don't get me wrong, there are times like last night when I am incredibly grateful to live in a country which takes health so seriously, and I get absolutely incensed when I read of women who are dismissed with perfunctory checks, although 6 hours at the hospital wasn't my idea of a fun evening. But at least, as DH said, we've had a dress rehearsal and know where to park within easy walking distance, how to get into the hospital other than through the main gate and know what the procedure is for admission 
So just for comparison purposes here's the whole story!
DH took an executive decision that if I was complaining about the pain and getting worried then we should go and see them. I decided I categorically wasn't going to have the baby yesterday evening so didn't take any bags 
. Got to the hospital, went in via A&E, straight up the maternity unit, into an exam room and went through the usual weighing, pee test, blood pressure, bloods drawn etc. Then got strapped to a monitor for half an hour to check baby's heart and whether I was having contractions. Apparently I was but they were so pathetic I didn't really feel them! Baby's heart rate was definitely reacting though and it was quite bizarre to hear the accelerations throughout a contraction. I think if I'd heard that for the first time in established labour it might have freaked me out a bit! I managed to avoid the standard internal exam as it was pretty clear I wasn't in labour (although I could probably have told them that and even went in informing them I wasn't having the baby that evening!). I have to say that I was really impressed with how the staff had clearly read my notes, were aware of how generally uncomfortable I am in hospitals and what my treatment preferences are. Went for a quick ultrasound just to double check everything was okay with baby. Then it started getting interesting...
Clearly by that point I'm reassured baby is fine, which is the only reason I agreed to go in to see them in the first place, and we're only waiting on the bloods to come back clear so we can go home and then a doctor comes to prod me and looks very confused when she locates my stomach practically between my boobs. Apparently the top of my uterus is higher than they expect/than normal for most women which means my internal organs might be getting squished so I get another ultrasound. I highly recommend the expereince just for interest actually - it's quite bizarre seing your insides. So I have a squished stomach but that doesn't explain the location of the pain and there are no blockages which might explain it . But clearly as this is not normal I need to have an ECG just to be sure.
By this point I'm actually starting to worry because we've gone back to the maternity unit, I'm in a little side ward with tons of equipment, they're sticking things on me and they don't seem to know what's going on. I dislike it when I think people are inventing procedure! So I have 3 ECGs done which they whizz off to a consultant, who then comes to see me and listens to my lungs etc (and I'm starting to get concerned they're planning to deliver the baby there and then) before saying he doesn't know what's wrong, he can't find an explanation for the pain and can I stay overnight for observation?
It takes me about 20 minutes of talking, or mostly silent communication actually, with DH before we agree that I should try to stay in. I hate hospitals, they make me panic, and staying in overnight was about the worst thing they could have suggested. There weren't any private rooms available, which would have meant DH could have stayed and made it more bearable, so I ended up in a room with this other woman who was so obviously poorly I felt really bad about disturbing here especially as I knew they were going to come and do more tests on me :( Anyway, I went to the loo and just broke down crying while I was in there that I couldn't face staying in because it was just too stressful. Went back to the room, started crying again and nice young registrar who did the ECG turns up and gives me 3 options: I can do the tests and go home or take a mild sedative with a view to staying in but go home if I need to or take a strong sedative but I have to stay in. In the end we went with option 2 even though I'm so anti the idea of taking any kind of medication in general but I'm quite glad I did in the end - and I'd just like to say here that I now have quite scary evidence for how you getting stressed affects your baby because they had me hooked up to a monitor and poor baby was obviously not happy either - because everything calmed down physically after the sedative, although I did get very paranoid and was telling DH that they were tricking me into staying and he wasn't allowed to go out of the room.
After about half an hour they got a phlebotomist to come and take arterial bloods, or rather try to because she butchered one wrist, then put an EMLA patch on the other and came back in 15 minutes. Unsuprisingly much easier that time... wonderful stuff. By that point we'd pretty much decided that if the results were clear we were going home. They couldn't explain the pain, they weren't going to give me anything for it as I can't take paracetemol, the sedative had made me paranoid and I really didn't see what staying would achieve.
So finally about 1am we went home, with our prescription for MW visits, and went to sleep! Poor DH was up at 6.15 this morning to go to work :(
Mammoth post but actually very cathartic so if you made it to the end well done!