Nope, nothing yet.
I’m not even that Braxton-Hicks-y. The six and seventh month had WAY more uncomfortable contracting than this, the 41st week.
Babby’s still moving, though, which is important, even if he is still floating around under my ribs.
Meanwhile, my mother has taken over, and is cooking, cleaning, and currently hunched over in my yard digging up weeds with a trowel, which essentially means digging up my entire YARD with a trowel, since there is no plant life in my yard which is not, by definition, a weed.