Chuck, meet UP-Chuck

Since I'm still struggling to come up with things to blog about, I figured this was as good as any. So, I hope you enjoy.

Recently I have had the enjoyable sensation of being able to enjoy my food - twice. That has not happened to me for a very, very long time. I asked Dennis about it the other day and our conversation was extremely high-level. It was extremely high-level, too, because he was working on his computer and only half paying attention to what I was saying.

"Dennis, what is it called when you have your food come up in your throat when you haven't eaten for a while? Is that considered to be heart burn?"

"Naahh. I don't think that's heart burn. I'm not sure what it is, though."

"It's probably just up-chuck."

"Up - what?"

"You know, up-chuck. When you throw up a little in your mouth. Only this stuff didn't make it to my mouth. Just my throat."

"That sounds gross. I don't think it's up-chuck either."

I should have taken these little occurances as signs that my digestive system was not particularly happy. But, since I couldn't exactly say WHAT was wrong (was I having up-chuck or indigestion?), I didn't worry about it too much. I thought maybe Connor kicked my stomach and made some of my food jolt back upstairs.

Several days later, I was getting ready for work, drinking some OJ. Talk about the picture of health: I was drinking a glass of OJ while I was slicing a banana for my bowl of Cheerios. I should be on the cover of the Cheerios box. That's another story. ANYWAY, I sat down to eat my healthy breakfast and only got two bites down before I SAW my food again. NICE.

After cleaning up the kitchen (luckily I made it to the sink) and throwing away the remainder of my Breakfast of Champions, I quickly dialed in for an 8am conference call for work. It is a good thing that they automatically put everyone on mute to avoid too much background noise because I definitely would've blurted out to everyone: "HEY, I just puked. Orange juice, Cheerios, and bananas gone wild. Don't worry, I made it to the sink." Not sure why I like to tell people when I puke, but I've always been that way. It's a badge of honor...or something. Either way, it's good that I was muted because I'm not sure that would've scored me any points for professionalism. Cool points, yes, but professionalism points, not so much.

I have since learned that heartburn, as it is properly named, is common in the second trimester of pregnancy. And, according to a wives tale, if you have heartburn, your baby is born with a full head of hair... Less than 8 weeks and we'll be able to see if that is true or not!