I got home late Friday night after a cookout with friends and family. I was exhausted, and ready for bed. My developing fetus wasn't having that though! I've had trouble with mild heartburn pretty much since conception. After snuggling up with my fiance, the heartburn starting kicking into gear. I tossed and turned, moaned and groaned, and finally got up and took some Tums. Did that help? Nah. It got worse. It finally got so bad that it made me violently vomit all of the cookout food I had so eagerly devoured hours earlier. Multiple times. Still, my chest and esophagus were on fire. I took more Tums, and forced myself to drink some disgusting milk - and finally had some relief. (FYI - I HATE milk)

Moral of the Story - After seeing what hotdogs look like after being half digested, I don't think I'll ever be eating them again! 😩