Diana is next to me on the couch sleeping peacefully, for what seems like the first time in a very long time. The evenings lately have become a pretty crappy part of the day for her, as well as most of the nights. She's not in bed more than she's in.
I've read that about half of pregnant women get this awful acid reflux. The cause is the sphincter at the top of the stomach not getting proper closure, which in this case comes from hormones being out of whack and the obvious pressure from the baby growing. It gets worse for her, because she can't burp right. Like, the belching sound most of us can do, she can't. Instead it just sounds like a gurgle of something coming up. Now make that nearly constant, and you can pretty much imagine how miserable that makes her.
It generally starts late afternoon or early evening, which makes sense since your stomach is presumably most active at that time. The L-shaped couch we have has actually been pretty useful in giving her options to figure out how to position herself in a way that minimizes the acid and keeps non-burping at a minimum. How anyone can stay still for very long while pregnant is beyond me, but she's doing it right now.
I feel bad, because I think some of it comes from the walking around. We theorized that this is the reason that pushed her to throwing up while at Disney World. Today we decided to do touristy stuff around downtown Seattle, and while we kept a pretty slow pace, by 4:30 she started to get uncomfortable again.
As terrified as I am to have this baby among us, I look forward to his birth because it makes me sad to see her miserable every other night, especially today, on her 40th birthday. We're going out tomorrow again with my sib-in-laws, but that'll be a shorter day with more sitting. Eight weeks to go!
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