Festie hope all has gone well with the tests at the hospital today. But if not, like you say, they'll book an induction and there'll be a light at the end of the tunnel- and then you can all be home and your bp can do what the bloody hell it likes, lol.
Lil DH is never here to bring me tea and cake! 
Well, I had an eventful day yesterday. Thought I'd treat myself to a mooch in town, but get the bus both ways- only I got there just as the bus was leaving, so thought oh fuck it I'll walk. Really pleased with myself for doing it! Unfortunately started feeling a bit weird and not right halfway round the shops, so completed my errands and then got the bus home... and about 20 mins later started having contractions again.
"Here we go again!" I thought, but they got closer together so they were 3 mins apart. Hmm.
Got up to get phone so I could ring DH if I needed to, and was bothered to find that they started again 10 mins later- normally if I move, they stop. Double hmm.
Left it for a bit, wondering what to do and whether to bother him, then he texted me, so I texted back explaining the situation, and he rang to say he was on his way home.
I rang the hospital and got the world's rudest midwife who must have had a massive shitty on about something, because she gave me no end of grief- basically said I was fine to stay at home, and started trotting out the old 'when you're in pain' line... when I contested this, she got a full blown arse on and said "I've been a midwife for 25 years and I can tell you're not in any immediate danger of delivering" !!!
And then went on to say they were shockingly busy, but if I REALLY wanted to, I could come in, although it would basically be a massive waste of time because she wouldn't be able to see me, as everyone else would take priority, I might not get seen for hours and hours, and even when I did, they'd probably send me home again because there wasn't anywhere to put me. (!!!)
I agreed to ring back after monitoring it for an hour, and immediately added her to my death list.
Meanwhile, DH and his dad got here, they brought me cookies and muffins (aw) and FiL stayed until I rang the hospital back in case he needed to take us, but the contractions stayed the same, so they basically told me to just keep an eye on things.
He went home, DH and I occupied ourselves while still tracking, and they continued to come back even after I moved. But they didn't get any more intense and they didn't get longer, and I wasn't in pain, although they did make me breathless.
They petered out at around 10:30pm, about 6 hours after they'd started.
So I still don't know what the fuck's going on.
I hate that the midwife was so rude to me. I don't care if she has been doing it for 25 fucking years, manners cost nothing, and it's my first one, and the rules on coming in are stupidly ambiguous.
They put so much store in whether you've had a show, and whether your waters have broken- I've read that your waters only go beforehand in 12% of cases so what does that say?
And because I don't wear pants, ever, for all I know, I have had a show, and I just peed the gunk down the loo and never noticed. Grr.
Considering I didn't even want to give birth in hospital in the first place, this is not an experience that's making me want to go in... obviously I'll have to on Saturday to be induced, but if anything happens before then, I'm just staying at home I think. I'll wait and see what happens, but unless my waters break or I start rolling around screaming, the hospital doesn't want to know.
And I don't do rolling around and screaming. I expect if I'm lucky enough to go into labour on my own, that Peanut will be born at home, either in the bath or on the bedroom floor. And I'll just cope.
I know it's not what DH wants, but I won't be treated like a badly behaved child when I've done nothing wrong and am just looking for clarification on a murky and iffy set of guidelines.
Humph.
Rant over! Sorry, that was a bit epic, lol. Really am pissed off about the whole thing.