Well, friends. My pesky uterus is keeping up with its shenanigans. This time? Way, way too many Braxton Hicks contractions.
I get these. Got them with Lewis, been having them with Baby Girl. No big deal. Except yesterday they were happening all the time, no matter how much water I drank or how much I rested. Every single time I stood up, I would immediately contract. There was even a point where I had 6 in 30 minutes.
So I called the doctor. I honestly didn’t think anything was wrong, but all general wisdom on the topic says to call your doctor if this kind of thing is happening. I’m continuing to be an obedient, cautious pregnant mama because I would hate to find out what would happen if something that seemed benign was serious and I had ignored it.
Anyway, long story short, they didn’t make me come in yesterday, but they told me to call if it was still happening today. And it is.
The nurse I spoke with agrees with me that it probably isn’t anything serious. At worst, perhaps strange symptoms of a UTI. But her best guess is that my uterus is just going to be more active because it is my second pregnancy – AKA this may just be how things are for me this pregnancy.
Either way, she is running it by the doctor and there is potential for another doctor visit. I’m so sick of doctor’s visits that turn out to be nothing. Baby and I are getting way too much attention and it makes me feel silly.
…but again, I would hate to miss something. So I’m following all medical advice to a T. Sigh.