I'm a worrier. I know this. Paul knows this.

I am also riddled with random aches and pains in myriad places.

Thusly, I am concerned. I'm trying not to be as everyone will caution me not to stress or worry because it's bad for the baby. Well, it's bad for the mommy too.

But I can't help it. I've had a couple of “ooooh, what was THAT?” moments this morning – low pains that bloom and go away in 10 seconds waaaay low down, mostly on the left-ish side. Every little twinge, every little anything makes me pause and turn my mind and awareness inward. Contemplating my navel, foresooth!

I don't wanna be one of those paranoid people. And it's not that I mind these random aches and pains. I'll happily go along with anything my body deems necessary to build a comfy little nest in there for the baby to chillax in for the next 8 months.

I think/hope I'll be more OK and able to relax after the next ultrasound. Until then I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, trying not to make a sound. It's gonna be a long week next week. (This week, for the record was at least 17 days long.)