I never experienced (or at least never felt) braxton hicks contractions in my previous pregnancies. This one is different. Wow – they can be quite painful and inconvenient; not that there is anything particularly convenient about being pregnant in the first place.

Apparently since the severe pain in my right leg caused by an old injury is feeling so much better due to my belly belt and some physical therapy I am in need of some pain somewhere else. Win one – lose one. But if I had to choose myself I would take the braxton hicks.

Since I don’t want to freak my mom out who lives a couple of thousand miles away I won’t write about last Sunday night when my tummy area tightened up pretty hard for about an hour (not good when you’re not quite 33 weeks along). Peter made me sit down (seriously he had to make me sit – I wanted to do dishes) and they went away. The labor and delivery nurse said that if this ever happens for more than an hour to get my behind in to get checked out (this is how my labor started with Isaac). Thankfully this has not been repeated. I told the baby he was out of line and grounded him for at least three more weeks before he could come out of his “room.”

Really this baby just needs to wait until at least two weekends from now. It would be really nice to have a husband in town when I go into labor. If anything funky happens between now and Saturday morning then Peter will be sending a replacement to the conference in Florida. If something happens while he is out of town he will be finding the soonest flight back home. My plan is to cross my fingers and cross my legs until he gets back from the conference… (I have wonderful friends who will be helping me out if anything happens while Peter is gone – including a friend who is willing to be a medical escort with me if I get flown down to Anchorage).

After all this freaking out about Peter’s trip the baby will probably not show up until I’m at full term..