Ode to Heartburn

Oh Heartburn, how I have missed you. It's been a long 3 and a half years since we've spent any sort of quality time together. I do appreciate the occasional visits when I've eaten something spicy too close to bedtime, or the occasional food that doesn't set well. But I'm so thrilled that you're back with me 24/7. And how wonderful is it that Pepcid doesn't work on you anymore? I knew you really cared, even when I try to get rid of you, you still stick with me like glue.

It's been many a night since I've had to sleep on a stack of pillows the size of Mt Everest, but thanks to you, my trusty pillows are back. I spend the night awake visiting with you or trying to keep myself upright on the pillows, which is always relaxing. It's so wonderful to go hours after eating and still get that familiar burn up my chest and into my throat. I'm not sure how I'm going to stand the thought that in less than 6 months you will be gone, hopefully to never return, with a few exceptions, I'm sure. It almost makes me want to have another baby just so we can spend even more time together in the near future.

I do have to tip my hat to you though. Spreading around that old wives tale about you indicating a full head of hair on a new baby. *shakes head* You and I both know that is far from true, Garrett is still partially bald and he's almost 3 and a half. How you love to make me laugh at your tomfoolery! It's just your way of making first time moms ok with your appearance, hoping that upon seeing their new baby for the first time, they will be amazed at all the beautiful hair upon their head. Those poor, innocent moms.

I do have to tell you though that the saying "Two's a Company, Three's a Crowd" definitely does apply at times, so please give me and the unborn baby some space on occasion, atleast at night. And know that if I pop a Pepcid, it means I would like some alone time, try and take the hint. But I can completely understand why you want to visit when we're having pizza or Mexican food. It's obviously my way of inviting you to the party, so feel free to come on over. But realize that over the next few months, those meals will be few and far between.

Enjoy these last few months because I'm afraid I'm going to have to break off this relationship soon. But don't worry, it's not you, it's me. I can't offer you what you want. So enjoy this time together while you can.

**On a side note, my non-vomiting streak is over. Here's hoping this morning was the first and last time that happens during this pregnancy. Garrett is 100% to blame, but I'll spare you the details. And thyroid medicine tastes much worse coming back up than it does going down.