first, the bad and the ugly.

Before anyone else can tell you the story… I will just share another of the joys of pregnancy.

I have never known heartburn until just last week. It’s a horrible feeling where your throat burns and all the water in the world, be it hot, cold, with lemon, with ice, or even dumped straight into the back of your throat, still doesn’t make it go away.

So, I thought I would outsmart this one. What yummy treat counteracts the stomach acids rising through my throat? Well, a milkshake, of course. We learned the basics in high school chemistry. To neutralize the acids I needed a base… with chocolate and oreos to help it go down.

All was well. Momentarily. Then, out of nowhere, I started to choke and cough on a small chunk of the world’s favorite sandwich cookie. And here’s where it gets ugly. I coughed and lost all control of my bladder. In awkward little spurts. There I was: walking along, crying, laughing, coughing and begging Dustin to tell me you couldn’t tell (We both knew you could…) He was a bit incredulous as he watched the whole thing unfold and now thinks it’s the funniest opening to any conversation as we travel around, visiting family this week.

If you can’t laugh at yourself, I assume this whole process would be almost unbearable.

I am now getting to the point where my belly is rapidly expanding and all the big fun is still just around the corner.

Wish me luck. Or send me a clean pair of pants.

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