World War III took place in my belly last night!

With the Braxton Hicks contractions (which I don't remember ever having with Elliot), Oliver's usual rowdy kicking and elbowing and partying topped off with a serious case of the hiccups, and some uncomfortable gas bubbles and pains going on in my own belly, it's no wonder that I got virtually no sleep last night. Fingers crossed I'll be sleeping through the festivities tonight. I could really use a good night sleep!