A Pain in the Pregnant Butt and Gut

So pregnant ladies are supposed to crave what they want, eat what they want, and in the amount they want it in. If they want homemade chicken wings and 3 slices of homemade pizza, strawberry lemonade, a bottle of orange cream soda, ice cream, and a lovely congo bar...okay 2 congo bars, I should be able too with no consequences! But then comes a new friend in the third trimester: Acid Reflux. I find it cruel. I should have been warned. I've been taking two pepcids a day for the last three weeks, and no acid reflux since the first little bout, until I ate my wonderful feast that turned into a nasty beast at 2:30 am. I thought I had the flu, that was how bad it was. Didn't help that Jeffy wouldn't keep still. After a half hour bonding experience with Mr. Porcelain, I remembered the nurse telling me that sometimes acid reflux can give you flu like symptoms. And when I awoke this morning feeling fine, except a little tired, I knew it was just that. So now I know that pregnant ladies can crave what they want, eat what they want, and in the amount they want it in, only in the second trimester . . unless you are one of those lucky ones in the first trimester that don't have any morning sickness. . . jerks.