So, this morning was entertaining. I woke up with what I can only call a contraction - but the baby is only 33 weeks. Not even eight months in. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I debated basically just sitting there, freaking out and hoping it'd wake up Logan.
But I got the phone, and I googled "early contractions." And it turns out there's something called Braxton Hicks contractions, which are basically practice for your uterus.
I'm incredibly relieved that's all it seemed to be, but I swear to God, I'm gonna be a little fucking uptight for the next month or so. I should probably find other moms to talk to - googling shit isn't the same.