I love when I'm happy. Seems like I'm really happy ~ the drawback is that I get the urge to call people and get all sappy with them and tell them how much I care and how much they mean to me and so on. So far I have only succumbed to this once...in an e-mail. Thank goodness for the bit of self control that I still retain.
The grumpy/sad/annoyed moodiness is awful. I wish I could have a quarantine sticker for those
Speaking to the heartburn it's like I'm growing a baby dragon instead of a little person. This stream of molten lava climbs up my esophagus and takes up residence. I can try sleeping sitting up (I just get the best rest this way ~ um no not really), taking tums (daily limit is like 8 or something minuscule like that) or drinking lots of water ~theses thing only delay the inevitable. So Instead I pleaded with my amazing ob, Dr. C. I've finally gotten prescription strength Zantac and I am once again indebted to my Dr for this relief.
People try to make heartburn into a nice thing "Your baby will have lots of hair". Really? My first little one was bald a basketball ~ had crazy heartburn, second one did have lots of hair but same amount of heartburn. So the idea of "lots of hair" on my baby isn't enough to make me say "Ooh more heartburn YAY!".
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ok, seriously LOVED this one. i am one of those who did not relish actually being pg. love the end result, but month after month after month of heartburn? i'm right there with ya babe! the baby dragon piece was particularly poetic and made me lol. i like your style girlie... :)
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