It wasn't Isaiah, It was Braxton

There are these moments when I don't think I'll be able to make it to the restroom.  When I remember different mothers' horror stories of not making it.  When for some reason, there is an extraordinary amount of pressure on my bladder.  It happens several times a day, and I've been thinking this whole time that it was just Isaiah trying to snuggle his little head into his little pillow, my bladder. 

But the other day I found out what it really was. 

My midwife was measuring my belly (right on schedule, yay!), and she asked me if I've been having many Braxton Hicks contractions.  I said no because I hadn't felt anything strange yet.  Then she said, "You're having one now."  What?!  She said I can tell if I'm having one when my belly gets really really hard. 

So now I'm touching my belly constantly to check for those Braxtons.  And sure enough, that extra extra pressure on my bladder happens whenever I'm having one. 

Now I notice more pressure in general, and I can feel that I'm having one before touching my belly for the hard belly test.  I still touch it though just to make sure I'm right. 

It's all so fascinating. 

And it's also exciting that I haven't had a failure to make it to the bathroom incident yet.