This week has been full. Full of energy. Full of chores. Full of getting things done. Full of love and happiness. And full of Braxton-Hicks contractions.
Worry wart that I am, I was on the phone the first day that the mild contractions started. I mean, hey, I just turned 15 weeks today. Well, my midwife said, "normal, normal normal! Especially with the second pregnancy you feel everything sooner and more than the first." She also said that when they start and keep going I'm supposed to drink a glass of water and lie down with my feet up until they stop. Great advice as I have had to do this every day this week.
Between my uterus and this little fishy there is a lot of moving around down there. When I walked into the office this week, my brother said, "God K, what are you pregnant or something?" I was totally showing. I told him about the baby moving around so much. He cringed. Wuss.
Lastly, I have got to eat more. I went down a pound from my last visit. But I think that has been because I'm moving around so much, not laying on the couch all sick-y. Making up for lost time. But, no fear! This weekend we have a festival to go to with wonderful food and another wedding reception. Oh, little swimmer just flipped a hello to you all!
Isn't that baby on the ticker creepy?
2 comments:
I was in labor for weeks the second time around. Isn't it wierd to have so many contractions???
Oh yes, the lovely BH's. :( I started getting them at 9 weeks this time, which totally freaked me out. I called the doctor and he said the same thing your doctor did. I had them pretty strong and painful after 20 weeks, but they never did a thing to me as far as dilating, so they were all for naught I guess.
Actually, Braxton is not a bad name.
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