As far as packing goes, I threw things in my suitcase in between bouts of pain and am hoping for the best. I think my family will understand if I look like the unfortunate pregnant person over Thanksgiving. I'm going to try and go to sleep, and I'm hoping that lying down won't be uncomfortable (it was when this all hit, towards the end of Dancing with the Stars...).
I'm still hoping I can manage the car ride tomorrow...and Wednesday. I'm taking my jug of cranberry juice with me. Watch out.