Not at all, we had a "false labor" thing at 3AM.
Been there! 4 times in fact.
First kid....3:30 AM...I bounced out of bed and was fully dressed in 30 seconds flat! I grabbed her already packed suitcase and ran into the garage. Opened the garage door and threw the suitcase in the trunk of the car. Ran back into the house and into the bedroom where my wife had just gottne out of bed and was headed for the bathroom to pee. I anxiously followed her to make sure she did not stumble. It took her longer to get to the commode than it took me to do all of the preceding activities. After she sat down on the commode, I sprinted into the kitchen and started rummaging around for something to eat. Nuked some sausage patties cooked for breakfast yeasterday and nervously tapped my toes waiting for that damn slow toaster to finish vulcanizing the bread. Slapped butter on the taost so quickly it did not even burn my hands. Finished eating a sausage sandwich and ran back into the bedroom still chewing (I looked like a squirrel with both cheeks bulging!) She had just finished getting out her clothes and sat down on the bed to get dressed. I went out to the garage and chain smoked 4 cigarettes in 5 minutes, ran back in to find out she was not ready yet. Went back out and checked the oil in the car, cleaned the windshield, filled the wiper fluid reservoir, smoked 2 more cigarettes, and then ran over to the front passenger door to open it for her as she slowly walked into the garage. I started the car, slammed it into reverse and left 10000 miles of tread wear on the street in front of my house. Made it to the hospital in 15 minutes (normally a 25 minute drive) where we found out is was not time for the baby yet. Drove back home at a sane speed and went back to bed. The wife told me I acted like a frenzied squirrel on speed. The next day her water broke and we went through the same drill. Son #1 was born.
Two years later, again early in the morning, she woke me up and my first question was "For real?", "Yes!!" she answered. Same drill as before, but at a less frenzied pace, but the same results. Took 19 minutes to get to the hospital. Two days later son #2 was born.
Four years after that, she woke me up at 1AM and my response was a sleepy "OK" and I went back to sleep. 20 minutes later there was an insistent nose in my ear telling me to get up. It was time. Do I got up, got dressed, sleepily dragged her suitcase to the car, and drove her to the hospital in 25 minutes. Same results as before, but Son #3 was born three days later.
Two years after #3, she tried for 20 minutes to wake me up before settling on a glass of cold water poured on my face. Sputtering and spitting, I got up, threw on a pair of shorts and an old tshirt, and drearily dragged my carcass to the car. This time it took 35 minutes to drive to the hospital, including a stop at the all night McDonalds to get a large coke and an Egg McMuffin, the smell of which nauseated her. Again false labor and we went back home at 3:30 AM and went back to bed. 40 minutes later I was awakened by a loud scream as it was for real and the contractions were coming fast. Even driving at a pace better than 8 years previously, we barely made it to the hospital, where she gave birth to son #4 20 minutes later.