Last night Denis made a heavenly dinner. It was Korean Beef, one of our favorite meals. Served with a side of baked potato it was wonderful and we each ate tons (there were no leftovers available at the end of our feast).
Surprisingly, the heartburn was at a minimum for me, considering the fact I had had heartburn at work all day after lunch because I ate too much bread (heartburn being the second worst thing about pregnancy (nausea being the worst, obviously)). At 11 p.m. I went to bed and fell asleep pretty promptly.
Cut to 2 a.m. and I’m awakened by a horrible smell. Cooper sleeps on his bed on the floor next to my side of the bed and I was amazed at the potency of this particular gassy spell, and silently cursed him as I attempted to get back to sleep. I adjusted the blanket to get warm and was accosted by the smell again – and was aghast when I realized that the smell was under the sheets – meaning it had come from me.
Cut to 2:35 a.m. and I’ve spent 35 minutes in the bathroom completely miserable. The Korean Beef had it in for me and I was miserable. That misery remained with me throughout most of the night and this morning it’s still after me. And you know what also sucks – I woke up with heartburn! It’s killing me and I’ve already had two Tums since I dropped Denis off at the bus stop.
I called in sick to work and debated telling them the real reason behind my sick day – Denis’ killer dinner – but opted not to get that personal. So instead I decided to post it here on the World Wide Web for friends and family. Cuz you’re special that way.