Of Peeing and Heartburn

These are the little joys of being pregnant that no one bothers to tell prospective mothers (or fathers). Or perhaps they do but the prospective mother just tunes it out.

Her nausea is pretty much gone now, as are her fits of ravenous abandon. Sure, she still talks a lot about food and when she got hungry and what she ate, but it’s less of a focus. She’s now finding that she craves protein rather than sugars, and this is probably a good thing.

She’s only gained about 3 pounds since this all happened. I think that’s pretty much on track and commendable considering how large her tits have grown as well as her belly. Oh, sorry, I guess it’s rude to say “Tits”. How about Boobs? Breasts. Knockers. Milk Supply.

And the Cotton Crisis has ended. She’s given up on wearing certain bras and that seems to have solved the problem. She’s going to have to go shopping for some new ones soon as the ones she has a definitely tighter than they should be.

Now she’s having gastric reflux and heartburn after eating and when lying down. She solves this – more or less – by munching on Tums. Mmmmm, calcium. I thought I had it bad with my own little gastric hell, but at least I can take prescription anti-acids. Tums barely take the edge off my gut problems.

The pending Poop-Maker is making its presence felt in other ways too. She’s not sleeping nearly as well as before as she’s getting up at least every 90 minutes or so to pee. The semi-amusing part about this is that she’s sleep-peeing – she doesn’t recall getting up and definitely doesn’t remember flushing the toilet. One night I swear she got up at least 5 times and flushed the toilet twice, but she denies this vehemently. In her mind she only went twice and didn’t flush the toilet (we normally don’t at night). It’s only semi-amusing because she’s waking me up every hour or so as she tosses and turns in bed, and/or gets up to go to the bathroom.

We have a visit to the midwife next week. I’m trying to re-arrange my work schedule so I can attend. We haven’t told anyone yet so it’s a bit delicate when people jokingly ask us if we’re having kids. So far only one person knows found out by accident as Ms. Pregnant must have had a funny expression on her face when that person teased her.