I know I risk sounding like I belong in a Sunrise Senior Living community, but my heartburn is killin’ me! For the last week, I’ve been eating my way through Erie (upon buying seven loaves of pepperoni bread at the local bakery a clerk asked me, “So ma’am, you havin’ a party?” Um, yes, if a “party” can mean watching TV alone while ripping apart entire loaves with my bare hands…)
But honestly, heartburn is the ONE issue of pregnancy that really drives me crazy. I guess if having a ‘lil HB is my biggest gripe, I shouldn’t really be complaining, but I can’t help it, I am a whiner. I mean, for a gal like me that likes hot food such, this heartburn thing has really got me in a bind. I literally take two bites of anything spicy and I feel like someone has packed my chest with fireworks. Sriracha? In my dreams. Hot wings? Only if I’m feeling masochistic. Cholula-doused tacos? I may as well start flogging myself with a hickory stick and develop a taste for S&M. It’s baaad.
My only relief (and not much at that) is popping some Tums Smoothies. It’s funny, I haven’t taken a single one of these since I was pregnant with Ollie, but as soon as I hit 23 weeks, it was like clockwork that I needed to restock my supply and keep an economy size bottle in my purse with me at all times. And even though they don’t cure the burn 100%, at least the small chalky miracle tabs help me to be able to eat what I want to eat. (Which is pretty much EVERYTHING.)