I don't like that. Could be standard shit, muscles and ligaments softening and shifting to accommodate Little Nic, but I'm gonna ask Merle to zap me out there just in case. I'll be over later tonight, I got a 2PM surgery scheduled.

Meantime? I'll text you the digits of a good masseuse, and give you permission to take a little something for the pain. If that don't help even a little by the time I get there, then we may have more going on. Don't sweat it, the baby's fine, it's you I'm worried about.