Contractions?

Lucky me.

Sunday I woke up with pain reaching in a band all the way around my middle. Kind of like pulled muscles, but kind of like someone also set my insides on fire. Pleasant, huh?

Then later on, I got to experience my first Braxton Hicks contraction, which are pseudo-contractions in preparation for the big day (which, keep in mind, is probably 22 weeks away!). My body's new motto: Nothing like being prepared.

I, of course, totally freaked out and was on the phone with Dr. Penn asap. HE, of course, totally reassured me and stayed on the phone until he was sure I was feeling okay. And strangely enough,

I do.