She Reads In The Dark

Baby weighs about 10.2 ounces and measures about 6.5 inches. He’s still got a lot of growing to do, though.  At week 20, your baby has working taste buds, and he’s gulping down several ounces of amniotic fluid each day — that’s significantly more than before.

OK.  This past week the heartburn started.  I never had any heartburn with Urijah, so this is new territory for me.  But I know from Lisa’s experience that it’s pretty miserable.  So far, I’ve only had two nights where it’s woken me up and interrupted my sleep.  And it hasn’t really bothered me at all during the day…just nighttime.  The first night, I didn’t realize what it was for a while.  I kind of felt nauseated and uncomfortable, and tossed and turned quite a bit, and then it registered.  I got up and went downstairs to google what I could do about it.  Interestingly enough, I found a list of foods to eat that could help alleviate it, and apple was one of those things.  So, there I am, at 4 in the morning, standing at the kitchen sink eating an apple.  And you know what?  It totally worked.  In just a few minutes, in fact.  I think it also probably helped that I was practically sitting up in bed, propped up by pillows, when I fell back asleep, but whatever works!  The next night, I woke up really thirsty, so I got a couple of gulps of water from the bathroom sink and got back into bed, and in just a few minutes, the burning sensation started.  Water?  Really?  So I went back downstairs and had some more apple.  Seriously, a miracle food!  So, I haven’t had heartburn the last 2 or 3 nights, but I’ve made sure not to have anything to eat or drink for about 2 hours before going to bed, and I’m propping myself up on pillows at least until I fall asleep.  Seems to be working so far.  But if it comes back, I’ll keep using the apple trick as long as it works!

Also, yesterday and today, I seem to be dragging, energy-wise.  I’m hoping it’s a passing thing and I’ll feel more energized soon.  Urijah is at the go-go-go stage (can it be called a stage if it’s probably going to last for the next 10 years?) and he wants to either be climbing all over you like a jungle gym, or going “fa”!  That’s ‘fast’ for all you lay-people.  He loves to chase and wants to run, run, run – preferably with you running in front of him.  And I feel guilty that I always just want to say, “But, I’m tiiiired.”  So, we run.

I’m not checking again until my next prenatal appt on October 8th!