Braxton + Twister = Brister?

Cause somehow Brister sounds slightly better than Twaxton (although I may save that for next week). I can't tell if I'm having Braxton Hicks or if Brister is grabbing my insides and twisting them. Either way it's a wee-bit painful and I'm about ready to ask for my epidural. I don't think I'll get it, but it never hurts to ask.

I've been working most of the weekend - I'm in training this week and need to get some things done before that. I'm tired of working but kind of have no choice, so whatever. Jim is upstairs working on the room, so I guess at least I'm just sitting here working and not upstairs constructing . . .