Heartburn. I had it one time in college when I tried to eat a piece of pizza and wash it down with a Mike’s Hard Lemonade. I swore to Barry that I was having a heart attack and promptly fell to the floor holding my chest. Of course I didn’t have a heart attack, but I swore off the combo of pizza and Mike’s Hard Lemonade for a lifetime. Not something anyone really needs in their diet anyhow.
The heartburn returned with my pregnancy with Maggie and the running joke was about me carrying Tums in my purse to ward off the horrid feeling of my chest exploding. It worked out fine and I don’t remember the overwhelming feeling that I was dying or searching for something to give me relief.
This time. Oh, this time. The heartburn is back. And it shows up no matter what I’ve eaten (or haven’t eaten) and almost always in the middle of the night. I’ve tried a few different remedies and I’m back to relying on my Tums for now….Almost every night I’ll fall asleep and end up having a dream about being in pain and then slowly wake myself up that I really am in pain with heartburn. Poor Barry didn’t know what to think when this first started happening. Now we’re down to a routine and I pop some Tums and hope that I’ll fall asleep again.
I feel so much compassion for those in my life (who will not be mentioned) that suffer from heartburn on a regular basis. I’m confident that my heartburn will end in late January when I have this baby and also that she’ll have a full head of hair. And if you’ve never experienced heartburn, go try some pizza and Mike’s Hard Lemonade if you want to get a taste.
P.S. My friend over at Clove’s Corner wrote a beautiful letter to her daughter that just turned three. Check it out here.