So I have been burping, like, non-stop for the past 36 hours. It feels like my stomach isĀ filled with a 100 little air pockets that keep needing to be expelled, but then mulitply quicker than I can take care of them. Like bacteria. Or bunnies. So my question: What gives?? It’s not even super uncomfortable as it is strangely odd, which of course, for the small hypochondriac inside me,3 is raising a red flag. And although I’ve perfected the “silent burp,” this condition is still certainily less than lady-like.

So that little hypochrondriac – who appears residing in my stomach, throwing an air pocket party – WebMD-ed burping. Little help you are again, WebMD, as it appears that bloating, gas, and the like are not only sypmptoms but also just simply conditions in themselves, surfacing in articles on indegestion and heartburn to – my and all our favorites – pregnancy. Why is everything a symptom for pregnancy? Or, even better, why is every symptom for pregnancy also a symptom of PMS? Bloating? Sure. Fatigue? Why not. Throbbing boobs? Apparently. In another cruel joke on all women, the universe has set it up so that every month we have no idea if our uterus still lies dormant or if we have the exact opposite about to slap us in the face. And, as usual, I cross my fingers for the former.

School began this week. I made it. Good enough for me.



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