Last night I officially crossed the “I-Can’t-Wait-For-This-Baby-To-Be-Out-Of-Me” stage. Seriously.
I think I had heartburn for 7 HOURS.
I thought I was going to die.
I was eating TUMS and pouting, pacing the quiet house (everyone else was in the blessed land of sleep) trying to ignore the burning sensation traveling up my throat. Gross.
I love you very much but I am ready to have a little more control over my body again.
Oh yeah. Well, kind of have my body back anyway…