At my midwife appointment today, I asked about Braxton Hicks while the woman was measuring my fundus. When did they start; what are they meant to feel like? "Love," she says. "You're having one now."
This pregnancy has highlighted to me, more than ever before, that my body will do its own thing whether I'm aware of it or not, whether I'm willing for it to happen or not. Also, there's nothing like a widwife to make you feel like an idiot.