Tum-ta-Tum-Tum-TUUUUUMMMS!

So, I'm feeling a little silly right now. This morning I woke-up with a nasty taste in my mouth. No, not the typical morning breath as you're probably guessing although that's probably partly true too.

I came downstairs and got the kids some food and then decided that it would probably help to eat to get that taste out of my mouth. Only, it didn't help. That yogurt did nothing. So, I figured that perhaps maybe something like Twizzlers would do the trick? Don't give me the health food talk here, I'm pregnant and trying to get a nasty taste to go away.

Twizzlers, didn't do it either. I went for a handful of almonds--see, I don't always choose junk food as the answer. Nope, no luck with those either. I figured maybe it'd go away on its own if I was just patient.

For lunch, I had leftovers of the orzo pasta I made for dinner last night with some strawberry milk to drink figuring perhaps one of those two tastes would work for me.

No, no, no. Still there.

So, I don't know why I didn't think of this before; it happened with my last two pregnancies--it's heartburn! I just realized that's what that nasty taste is and why I can't get it to go away. I get incredibly bad heartburn when I'm pregnant because there is just no room in there for my stomach to do its thing properly with a baby jumping and kicking and pushing it around.

The first time I ever experienced heartburn I was pregnant with Ryanna and since heartburn and I had no history, I just thought I had reached yet another miserable pregnancy milestone--the inability to sleep without feeling a burning sensation in the back of my throat. I went to my OB and described my symptoms and he said, "That's heartburn." Oh, so I don't have to live this way? No, I didn't.

Tums were my best friends and favorite (read sarcasm here) treat. I honestly started to feel a bit like I imagine a drug addict feels. At first one or two were doing the trick, but shortly I needed 5-7 each go. I would honestly just grab the bottle, put it to my mouth and pour. Ryanna came out okay as far as we can tell.

Fast forward a few years to Owen--a much bigger baby. The heartburn started again. I bought Tums, but this time they did absolutely nothing. One night it was so bad that I slept for only a couple of hours and then made a mad dash to Wal-Mart at 6 in the morning to buy a bottle of Pepto Bismol. This was after having eaten ice cream and yogurt and drinking several glasses of milk. I told my OB that I thought I might have to give up food for the remainder of the pregnancy and he gave me Prilosec. Ahhh, blessed Prilosec, I almost named my first son after you.

So, here I am with baby number three on its way in a couple of months. How did I not recognize these symptoms? How did I go through this entire day not recognizing the nastiness of heartburn? Must be that pregnancy forgetful brain thing that everyone talks about. Good thing I see the doctor next week, I don't think there's any Prilosec in the house! And, I may just have figured out the name for our next child...