"Braxton-Itis?" Funny Stuff Hubs Says

So I started being aware of, and really being able to feel Braxton Hicks contractions a few weeks ago. They are nothing painful they just definitely get my attention. My whole stomach gets hard as a rock and it just feels like real tightening for a few minutes, then it's over. It happens mostly when I'm on the move: walking, climbing stairs to get to our seats at a ball game. However sometimes it just happens when I'm laying down as well. I've really not been too concerned about them at all because....well here's the definition via Wikipedia:



Braxton Hicks contractions, also known as false labor or practice contractions are sporadic uterine contractions that usually start around 6 weeks however are not usually felt until the second trimester or third trimester of pregnancy.



Well on Saturday I was hit with quite a few of them. I'd say maybe 6x during that day. Well, when the first one hit hubs and I were getting ready to go for a walk and I just kind of stopped for a second and felt my belly.

"Are you OK?" Hubs asked.

"Yeah" I said "I'm just having a Braxton Hicks"

"A what?" He asked

"A Braxton Hicks" I said kind of in a shocked voice that he had never heard of them before. Only because he's been so good at reading up on things and sometimes he even knows things that are happening in the pregnancy that I don't know. "They are practice contractions. Haven't you ever heard of them"



Well he said he hadn't heard of them so I actually wrote the name down on a sticky note and put it in his wallet and told him to dr. google it when he's at work on Monday. We went off on our walk.



It wasn't too far into our walk that I started having another one. Again, it wasn't painful, it is just enough to be uncomfortable during a power walk so I slowed down and grabbed my belly again.



"Are you having Braxton-Itis?!" Hubs exclaims with authority.

"Braxton-WHAT?" I ask with a huge smile on my face.

"Braxton-Itis or that thing you were telling me about" He asks again, starting to laugh.

"Do you know what the meaning of Itis is?" I ask. "Itis means Inflammation!"



At this point we both pause, look at each other, and look at my belly.



"This is not an inflammation!" I demanded with hands on my belly. "This is a baby!"



We both had a good laugh at how is fumble of words actually had a funny pun to go along with it.



I ended that conversation with a final play on medical terms and said, "Well if this is an itis then I need an ectomy!" (Which means surgical removal) and Hubs said well not yet, let's keep him in there a bit longer. I agreed.



Tiffany