I'm uncomfortable

It's 3:45 am and I can't sleep. I am having contractions, Colin is snoring, I have heartburn, and I have to pee ... constantly. I am hoping to keep this baby is my belly until Wendesday (at least). Let me back up. Sunday night Colin, Jackson and I took a walk around the neighborhood, which we have been (stupidly) doing every evening. I think I have been asking for labor to begin by just going through everyday ... picking up Jackson and various other heavy items... cleaning, standing up, breathing... haha. Anyway. On Sunday I had to stop a few times because I started having some labor like pains along with my contractions. I have been having Braxton Hicks for at least a month, and they are driving me bonkers. Anyway, these cramps aren't feeling so great, so we head back to the house. I get home just to realize that something is definitely going on. So, Monday morning I beg the doctor's office to squeeze me in (I don't have an appt until Wed). I am mostly nervous because a) my mom is not here and b) Colin is at work in Sherman, 40 minutes away and c) I haven't started taking my steroids yet. The steroids are not my friend. for those of you that I haven't bored with this information before - I have to take them because I have ITP, an autoimmune disease that destroys my platelets in my blood. Too few platelets = hard time clotting, and worst of all - NO EPIDURAL. So, even though I REALLY don't like these steroids, because of their fun side effects, they have a fairly decent history of increasing my platelet count and therefore, helping me get an epidural. LAst time around I was on them for too long, so we cut back the dose, and then Jackson arrived early, and the nurse gave me the news ... No epidural. But don't worry, that wasn't going to fly with me. So, the hematologist came through and ordered a platelet transfusion and I was set. Anyway, my cont dropped below 100 at the end of last week, and the dr. suggested I start them, which i didn't want to do yet because i was sick with a sinus infection, and well, I figured that Cooper wasn't supossed to be arriving for 3 more weeks. Well, I convinced the dr. we should wait, so wait we did. Okay, so back to Monday.
I got to the ob, and they said yes, you are dilating, and "I wouldn't be surprised if you have the baby tomorrow.... or, it could be up to a week." A week? That still gives me no time. I was counting on several. So, I have now begun the calls to Colin and my mother, telling them both I really don't have a clue when this baby is going to arrive, but we must figure out a way to a) get my mom here, like, yesterday... and b) get my platelet count up. So, I started 50 mg of Prednisone last night, and now I have burped like 2 million times. I ate it with food like they said to do, What gives? Anyway, I couldn't sleep because Colin sounds like a train, snoring away. I don't ever notice him snoring, but goodness, he does tonight. And I have to get up and pee 80 times. My back hurts, my uterus won't stop contracting, and I am just praying I can convince Cooper to hang out in the womb where life is so great until Wednesday (at least). By then my platelet count will have had time to increase hopefully and my mom and brother can get here from Louisiana.
Since I have been writing this my contractions have started happening every 4 minutes. Charming. Maybe they are Braxton Hicks. : ) I guess I will go walk around and see if they go away. Or maybe I should lie down.
Anyway, I guess that I will write more later. I plan on "bed resting myself" all day today so I can put this whole delivery off until Wednesday. I should mention that I am 37 weeks pregnant, So Cooper should be just fine, lungs developed, nice and healthy by now. I have Jackson within a few days of this time.
Please say some prayers for this crazy woman and little Cooper. It's truly in God's hands even though I would really like a chance at controlling the situation if I could. : )