Picture This...

This past Saturday went like this...
Started w/ dull backache (you know the usual pregnant stuff) so I ask/beg husband to rub back--i end up getting a whah,whah,whah rub (you know--short and sweet--still wanting more kind) so, i start my day (a lil grumpy, but i'll get over it)
Then i start peeing straight blood! (ok.something is wrong),Call the doctor--they say some women pee blood through their entire pregnancy! (what?i'm a nurse and never knew this?and i still don't think i buy it) so, they say if it gets worse or comes w/ pain while flooding yourself w/ fluids then call back...so i flood my small preggo bladder all morning. Then my husband decides since today is the only day we can both go see Honda Odyssey's that we better go (such a man,right?)(p.s.we have been looking at these mini-vans for the past 6 months i swear--this is my husband)
So, i figure i have pain meds if i need them (history of kidney stones)so I go. Half-hour into our car trip, the pain starts up and up, so i take my percocet and look at cars while a little high--that's fun right? Then, the pain starts getting worse, so i take another pain pill and tell my husband to get me home. (he still stopped at one more dealership where the guy who had been helping us was busy, so his colleague says he can't open two cars for me to see b/c they will have to split the commission!) I almost punched him (remember pregnant,kidneystone,on 2 pain meds, dragging two kids around car shopping,peeing non-stop---get the picture). I had to deliberately control myself, so we left w/o seeing the car interiors!
We get home and i was feeling alright, then all of a sudden doubled-over pain that had me curled up crying on the floor kind-of pain hit me! It lasted 20minutes, and my husband who just doesn't understand pain, just shuts the door on me to our bedroom while i'm dying?!@#%
When this episode passed i knew we had to go straight to the hospital which we did after Granny showed up to watch the kids (p.s. w/ two kids, this is considered a date-night)...we get to the hospital and they stick me 4 times digging for my veins to start the IV drip (i'm about to throw-up at this point) and Ed has his head buried in my pillow i brought saying HE thinks HE might pass-out!!! From watching! Can you believe this? Him who has never even had an IV stick!!! Whatever! Once i get to my room (jail-cell) they give me phenergan for the nausea (like a 10-beer buzz--whoa--pregnant remember) then hook me up to fetal monitors and flood me w/ IV fluids (p.s.no catheter),Ed says his little bed is actually pretty comfortable so he crashes for the night---me,i spend the rest of my night (drunk remember) unplugging my IV pole (conveniently behind a huge monitor) and unhooking all my fetal bands to go pee through a strainer while aiming for a measuring hat in the toilet (remember my big belly in the way)---Picture IT!!! I swear every 30 minutes all night! It's exhausting me just remembering it---and the worst part,i didn't even get to enjoy my buzz!---i have never been so happy to get home!! Where is my medal? Don't i get something? (he-hum,ED?)