We had a pretty rowdy weekend around here, by our standards.? Preceded by a rowdy week, again, by our standards.? I’ve done more running around town and whatnot this last week than I normally do in a month!? Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration.? But I think you catch my drift.

Saturday, I went to a conference for MOPS leadership at our church from 9am to 2pm.? A lot of sitting down, truth be told (and a lot of eating, dear lord the FOOD), but definitely out of the ordinary for a Saturday morning.? That afternoon and evening we went shopping and were out for several hours, returning pretty late.? By then I was *beat* and the Braxton Hicks contractions I’ve been noticing on and off were happening a lot more.? They tapered off, thankfully, before bedtime and I didn’t think much of it.? Sunday, we did the church thing, lunch and then our mongo grocery shopping trip that we somehow can’t avoid doing at the start of each month.? By the time we got home from that, I was beyond beat.? Naturally, I blamed the time change. :)? All the cool kids are doing it!! But the Braxton HIcks were back, and they brought friends.? Instead of tapering off in a couple hours, I had them throughout the day and into the evening before they finally left me alone.

So now K is kinda freaked out, and I’m a little concerned. I mean, obviously, this is my body telling me to watch it.? Maybe try to take it a little easier.? But on the other hand, I wasn’t doing anything that out of the ordinary!? Why the heck would walking around a shopping center (albeit for 2+ hours) trigger such a reaction?? I probably wouldn’t think much of it except at that my last appointment, the OB said I shouldn’t have more than 4 Braxton Hicks in an hour.? I’m not 100% sure (becuase I’m so bad at keeping track of EVERYTHING), but I’m pretty sure I shattered that over the weekend.

I *really* don’t want bed rest.? I had to do that with the Horrid Ankle Incident of 2005.? And at least that was easy to enforce since moving HURT.? But without feeling poorly unless I overdo it, how can I (unconsciously) stop?? Or am I completely overreacting here?? A couple of Braxton Hicks don’t probably add up to a whole lot of trouble, but I’m concerned about what the doctor would say.? Ack!