False Alarm :(

So I get checked at the doctor yesterday which sent me into continuous 10 minute apart contractions.... I was 50 effaced but no dialation yet...
That was at 12pm...
By 7 pm, they had not stopped, and were moving closer to each other.... about 8 minutes apart a little more uncomfortable...
9pm, 4 minutes apart, really intense.....
1230am go into the hospital, they actually could see my contractions! ( they thought they couldn't before because of all my scar tissue, but they could see the little line move just enough, plus once again, they could feel them )
She checks me, im at 80% effaced.... So my Cervix had thinned out, and baby was at negative 1 station in my pelvis... great... hes right there, he's just not completely pushing against it yet....
So then its hurry up and wait, monitor monitor monitor, contractions are still 4 - 5 minutes apart....
they tell me, you have 2 choices, walk around the hospital for 2 hours, or go home.... i choose the walking... now mind you, my legs and feet are so swollen i move about an inch with every step, so what felt like an eternity in distance of walking around, was something i could do on a good day in less than 10 minutes....
After 35 minutes of walking around and the contractions getting more intense they start comming ever 2 1/2 minutes and start traveling straight from my stomach to my back... i could barely move between them, they were lasting a minute and a half each, and i was getting maybe 30 seconds of relief between them...
by the time we got back to L&D, one contraction would send me into another one....
they check me... she makes the comment "where did you hide your cervix?" she had short fingers, i have an abnormally high cervix..... and then she says the dreaded words NO FRICKING CHANGE!
I about screamed i was so ticked off... "Go home and take a benadryl and try to get some sleep" 17 1/2 hours of contractions for NOTHING!
These were not braxton hicks, these were alot worse than what i had felt before.... I can deal with pain, I've had 9 stomach surgeries with pain control that didn't work.... these contractions.... holy crap dude....
She couldn't for sure tell if i had changed, she had even said that the first time she checked me, it was hard for her to reach my cervix to tell if I was dialated....
I came home, I cried, I took a Vicodan and I passed out.
I wake up this morning, I feel like ive been hit by a mack truck, like every muscle in my fricking abdomen has been ripped apart.... and no baby to show for it...
Atleast I only have 8 more days til my C Section... I feel sorry for anyone who has to go through all of the pain and emotions I had to last night....
My nerves can't take this again. Cuz now I feel like I shouldn't go in, if I think I'm in labor, cuz I don't wanna deal with the disappointment of not having Bobby when I leave. And I swear to God I was the laughing stock of the nurses/midwifes last night (I don't know that for sure, but I just got this weird vibe from a few of them)
So I'm having a bad day, sorry for the long long blog, just wanted to get it all out... :(