Heart burn

Ahhh, another joy of pregnancy. My 5am wake up call this morning did not come from the pooper, but from my stomach—and bladder of course. So here I am drinking milk to settle the tummy at 5:30am. Which doesn't seem to be working BTW.

On another note, I finally broke down and bought a maternity bathing suit. We are getting ready to open the pool, and I know the Pooper will be looking to swim this summer. So while my mother and I were shopping at the outlets yesterday, the goal was to find the cheapest suit possible that fit. As if shopping for a bathing suit is not completely horrifying as is, doing it while pregnant is just down right cruel. For one thing, your priorities have shifted. When not pregnant, I look for the most flattering bathing suit, and will pay $100 bucks for said suit if it looks good and makes me feel good. When shopping for maternity suit, one I will only be wearing for about 2 months, the cheapest most comfortable suit is all I want. So that it what I got. A blue gingham 2 piece suit that makes me look like a beach ball. Cheers.