Sacrificial Starters

I've been told time and time again how many sacrifices we will make for this child and those to come. Well, I didn't realize they would start so soon. This child has been a blessing in so many ways, yet she (he?) is reminding me of her existence more and more!! Earlier this week for the first time I woke up with the oddest uncomfortableness further down. After much thinking as to what that feeling could possibly be, I decided that we are raising either a future Irish step dancer or a soccer player! Our child decided to spend the ENTIRE day (yes, from sunrise to sunset!) doing the happy dance on my pubic bone!! Yes, I just said pubic bone! (Sorry, Mom, if you're actually reading this, but it's the truth!) My students, of course, kept asking me what was wrong, but I would just tell them the baby was dancing around in my pelvic area. :D

Other "sacrifices" are popping up more and more, including bathroom wake-up calls around 3 AM, heartburn, and the infamous gassy bubbles of pain in my tummy! Before I had a stomach of steel and could eat/drink anything without any side effects. Now, however, my child is constantly reminding me of her (his?) bland food needs. If the food doesn't give me the gas pains, it gives me heartburn. The hardest part of this, which is truly the "sacrifice", is DAIRY. Before getting pregnant I drank milk EVERY DAY! Now, however, if I have any dairy, even if it's some shredded cheese on a turkey wrap, it's the welcoming of the gas bubbles within the hour! Gas-X has become my new best friend, but I keep forgetting to add it to my purse! Hopefully, I'll remember to keep those chewable tablets with me everywhere I go. Oh, the joys of pregnancy!