July belly aches

In the last post I wrote about June, I miss summer so much around this time. I hate coats and sweaters. Oh well I guess time has to slip by so I can actually have this here baby and dress him in all the fancy duds I bought him.

In July I started to develop heartburn and acid reflux. Small episodes at first, nothing Rolaids or Tums couldn't fix. I thought it was quite amusing really, standing in the antacid isle of Thrifty's trying to decide what flavor, texture, and brand I wanted to go with. Sure Tums smoothies are great in mixed fruit flavor, but what about this mocha/chocolaty looking bottle? Good thing I went with the tried and true cause later I found out the mocha is like eating ass. In the most lady-like way of course. So this was part of my life now, making sure every heavy traffic area of my life was well stocked with Tums. Bottle in the car, one in my desk, and of course the window sill in the bathroom was decorated with a giant bottle that would glow in the early morning sun. Those were the easy days. By the end of July I had acid reflux so bad I was popping at least 10 Tums a day and it was really just a placebo more than anything. Upon reading the bottle I realized this was not normal, I needed help. My ears were in a constant state of burning, and my throat was on fire. I thought I was going to get some sort of tooth decay for sure cause this much acid in your system was not cool.

So Stu and I headed to the drug store, I thought for sure the pharmacist would have a cure. I was right. I walked up to the counter and a friendly woman addressed me, I told her I had acid reflux really bad and she told me to say no more. She explained that the other pharmacist she works with is just as pregnant as I am and she was having the same problem. Then she went to get this other poor soul for me to talk to. Not a minute later a beautiful angel appeared before us, glowing and pregnant and full of magic acid cures. Sounds like a bad musical from the 70's. She had a cure, it was over the counter and safe for all us pregnant ladies. I was so happy. So comfortable. And so looking forward to the rest of my pregnancy without burning ears and throat. Just take one every 12 hours as needed.

That magic cure lasted 3 weeks. It was getting worse again, I was doubling up on the antacid (checked with my doctor first of course) and it was not getting the results I had once experienced. I had to try to remember to take one before bed or else I was screwed by about 3am. My tummy was so full of juice that it ached in the morning. What to do what to do.

I went to my doctor last Monday, told her of my woes, and she gave me the industry strength goods. The only thing that sucks is now I have to take them everyday, twice a day. If I wait a bit too long between the pill popping I'm screwed for a couple hours while I wait for the pill to battle down the acid. But in the end it is better. Only 8 more weeks give or take and it will be gone.

I'm still pretty lucky all things considered, of all the crap we go through when growing our babies this is the worst for me. I've had it easy, I know this.

It's been awhile...

Well I knew I would neglect my blog and I'm not proud of it. It's hard though when it's summer and you move.... Ok so the rest of June was pretty good. We found a really nice house to live in and spent the month packing and getting ready. We also were preparing to go to Calgary and Vernon for a couple weeks. My belly was going through some pretty uncomfortable growth spurts and the line between my boobs and belly was the epicenter of this discomfort. It felt like I had an exposed rash all the time but nothing was there. I'd find myself throughout the day pushing down on the top of my belly trying to magically spread this feeling thin. No use. Other than that horrible feeling my back hurt. Oh how did my back hurt. I try and recall it clearly now but really should have been better at keeping this thing updated. But I was seeing my RMT regularly and he suggested I stop standing with my butt stuck out. It was that easy, push your hips inwards and stand like your trying to show off some imaginary high-waisted jeans and your golden. This of course was easy for me as I spend a great deal of my life impersonating Lorraine from Mad TV. It was also pretty amusing to me that my back troubles originated from years of sticking my butt out for the world to behold, it does have a mind of it's own though so really it was not my fault.

July 1st finally arrived and we said goodbye to Brentwood Bay, maybe not goodbye but see you later... We loved it there, I highly recommend living out that way. So calming.

A couple good friends helped us out that day and we got her done in record time. Stu even let me move some stuff that was heavier than a pillow but lighter than a bowling ball. At this point life was fresh and new and fancy free. Connor is growing like a weed and sure my back was hurting and my belly was pushed up to my ears but he was kicking and healthy and that was the best feeling in the world.

It's funny to look back at pictures from a couple months ago and remember how big you thought you were. I should make a flip book, watch me grow. The pics above are from June, just before we moved...

The newest thing I had to start being aware of was my sleeping position. Everywhere you read about sleeping with a baby in your belly tells you the right side is BAAADDD, why then did god make it so damn comfy? I guess there's a vein in there that you have to avoid sleeping on or you get numb legs and arms and then lovely vericose veins. They also mention something about sleeping flat on your back is bad too but there are countless mornings when I would wake up from the best sleep ever and then have a slight panic attack realizing I was starfished, flat on my back, legs not elevated. After a short time though you come to realize you can try and do what the books say or you can get some sleep. Opt for the latter. You can't hide from vericose veins, and the baby will take what he needs to get by. The proof is in the pudding. I love pudding.