When I laid down on Sunday night to go to sleep I started having sharp abdominal pains. It's hard to describe any other way except that it felt like I was kicked in the stomach really hard. It felt almost like I was bruised, but obviously I wasn't. It kept me up a lot of the night and was still painful in the morning. Just to be safe, Bud asked that I call the doctor so I did and just to be safe, they wanted to see me. There's a lot of "just to be safe" during pregnancy.
I felt silly going in, but I'm glad I did for peace of mind. It was worrying me so why not get it checked? Long story short, it was Braxton Hicks and ligament pain from over-doing it on Sunday. This is a big old "I told you so" moment from my better half, but thankfully he hasn't said that yet. I guess yard work is off limits for the next few months.* Bud really did not want me helping him on Sunday, but I insisted because we had a big project that we needed to tackle. I honestly didn't do anything too strenuous, but I think the heat (it was about 115 degrees out, give or take a few degrees) and humdity (Bud had to change clothes midway through because the sweat was so bad) wore me out.
So the doctor's appointment was all good news. I got another ultrasound which was fun and yes, I asked the doctor to reconfirm that the baby is a boy. Pretty sure that's the first doctor's appointment I've ever been in where the word "testicles" was used.
Let's just hope that this hasn't been added to my chart:
* It should be noted that I help in the yard approximately 4 times a year so this isn't a big loss for Bud.
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