Ok, y'all... just kidding. Braxton Hicks is the name of practice contractions (totally normal) that are helping my body gear up for Spork's arrival in late July. It's strange because sometimes I can't tell the difference between one of these (my tummy tenses up) and a good hard baby stretch (my tummy tenses up).
We saw our midwife this morning. Seems like the baby is very much dive-bombing my pelvis. This is a good thing. She really had to fish around to find what she's pretty confident is a head, settling into the groove. Sometimes I have a vision of Spork in a WWII leather bomber helmet, arms pursed tightly by her side, toes pointed to the heavens, barreling out of the sky and down into my pelvis!
The baby has a strong heartbeat and is doing just fine. And I have a strong heartbeat, too, but I have to lay off the sugar. I'm a sad sack who'll no longer get to eat vegan flan (delicious dinner with Casey last night), clean up desserts for vegans who can't eat them, or coerce and ransom cookies out of Shane (Arne's best friend and business partner). I do get to eat anything probiotic: Kombucha, Kimchi, Yogurt, Sourkraut. Oh goodie! ;)
We've been doing kick counts. You're supposed to be still twice per day and if you don't get 10 kicks in an hour or two, call your doctor. We have literally yet to get to 10 minutes before getting 10 kicks. Either that, or in our evening sessions, I keep falling asleep.
More belly pictures very soon. Hugs to all!
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