Slammerkin, I wouldn't do it anymore since it's a cause of concern for you, but I wouldn't worry about what already happened. Take a deep breath and know that you're going to do the best for this babe, that kids have been born from completely crazy circumstances in the past, and that you'll know going forward that your instincts told you to avoid it for the rest of your pregnancy.
Ciga, those pullings/tuggings have been a hallmark of early pregnancy for me all three times. I get them all the time, sometimes more crampy and sometimes more just odd feelings. I guess it is the uterus expanding and bloating and getting ready for the tiny little speck to grow up and fill it out. Sometimes it worries me, but at least this third time I have clear memories of it happening those two others. Also, I just noticed you and I have boys almost exactly the same age!
Things are fine here, although we had some crazy middle-of-the-night drama on Thursday night. I left a dirty pyrex baking pan on the stove because it wouldn't fit into the dishwasher and since I'm lazy I thought I'd put it in the dishwasher next morning when I emptied it instead of going to the trouble of cleaning it separately . Then at 1:30 in the morning I was (thankfully) in the bathtub reading novels instead of asleep and I smelled something burning. When I pulled on a towel and went in the hallway to sniff, I also heard the click-click-click that the gas stove makes when it first comes on. I ran downstairs and discovered a flame under the pyrex pan, and the sticky leftover marinade smoking and burning. I flipped off the flame, knocked the pan off the hot part of the stove, and then it exploded into a zillion glassy pieces all of that part of the kitchen, singing the floor. Yikes! DH ran in just in time to see the pan explode, and then the family dog slinks in, ears all tucked down and looking guilty. I guess she tried to get at the dirty pan and turned on the stove by accident! I'm just glad that the flame came on instead of filling the house with gas, and that I was still awake to smell the burning smell. The fire alarm hadn't gone off yet, but I guess it would have soon. Then DH and I lay awake most of the rest of the night trying to calm back down. There is something about an almost house-fire after finding out your family is unexpectedly expanding to make us feel particularly...fragile, I guess. Not sufficiently grown-up or something! (Or too grown-up? Not sure.) Anyway, that's what's going on around here. Mostly fine. Still feeling okay, starting to obsess over baby yarn and fabric already because I like to knit and sew. :)