Week 25 of Preggersville can very easily be summed up by a single picture:
HEARTBURN.
Somebody please make it stop. I've never suffered heartburn in my life (okay maybe that one time I gained like a million pounds freshman year in college...). But I don't think this is really even heartburn. I'm pretty positive I have a hole in my esophagus that is emitting flames from the bottom of my ribcage all the way up to my ears.
I'm beginning to wonder if I'm producing a flame-throwing devil worshiper rather than a sweet, innocent baby boy.
All I can say is that the "if pregnant do not take more than 6 tablets in 24 hours" warning on the back is a bunch of bullshit (and give me a break...I'm six months pregnant with deathly heartburn...I can cuss all I want).
I've given up alcohol. I've limited caffeine to less than 100 mg a day. I take my vitamins every day. Hell...I've even given up hot dogs and fajitas since Baby Jace has made it very clear that he doesn't like either of those foods.
And everyone is warning me that it only gets worse. Baby Jace, please be easy on your momma. Or else I'll remember this the first time you get in trouble :)
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