It is nearly midnight and I CAN. NOT. SLEEP. After an attitude-saving dinner out with Tracy's family at a Mexican restaurant, I have the worst heartburn I have ever experienced. I am not sure what is considered to be a toxic dose of Tums and Maalox, but I'm fairly certain I've reached that amount with no effect.
Shit. Becca is crying. I think we're going to be in for another long (or is it short?) night.
I am trying to sleep propped up, in a semi-sitting position, but am further plagued by restless leg syndrome in both legs, stopped up sinuses, sore throat, the fun gagging dry cough thing and a general feeling of wakefulness on top of it all.
Oh, pregnancy. You're such a little bitch.
*Update: Slept from about 2:30 a.m. until 6:30 when Becca woke up for the day. It is now 8 a.m., nearly 14 hours since I ate dinner and I STILL have heartburn. I guess I'm done with spicy food for the next three months, because I definitely do not need to experience this again!
Hospice files: P. goes home
9 hours ago