I feel like baby has either turned around or tripled in size in the past few weeks. There have been recent days that I've been like, "GET THIS KID OUT." I feel like my esophagus may get a hole in it from all of the heartburn that I've had. It's terrible. I ran out of tums on Friday and demanded that we go to Walmart before we went to our friends' house for the evening. I opened the bottle and took a few out while we picked up a few more things before we checked out, and Travis goes, "Don't do that! That's by weight." I said, "I DARE someone to confront me on it." No one would be that stupid. 7 weeks feels like a really long time at this point. I dream of the day that he is born and all of these symptoms instantly leave, but even then, I'll probably look back and sigh with how nice it was. Maybe. :)
My belly button is now deformed, but thankfully not inside out.
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