The Braxton Hicks contractions have come back and stop me in my tracks to remind me not to over exert myself. I got one big time because I forgot to turn on the fan when I jumped in the shower. I tried really hard to reach carefully across the room for the switch so I wouldn't slip and fall out of the shower. My body immediately went into put-that-baby-back-where-she-was-mode. I also got two more this afternoon from panic. The first would be when a mama duck walked her ducklings across a six lane, busy street in front of us. Thank goodness no one ran over them and the car in front of us stopped to let them pass. My second, fear induced contraction happened at the BBQ last night when Laz dropped one of his drink glasses on the floor to prove to me it was shatterproof. Thanks for that contraction!
Past bump picture here.