Here's one thing that isn't fun about pregnancy: heartburn. Since I had to go into the office and worked a little late, Matt made a great dinner of spice-rubbed salmon, homemade sweet potato fries (also spiced) and edamame. Two bites in, Matt said I should take something for indigestion. I don't know WHY I didn't listen. Three hours later, I can't sleep, and I'm writhing in pain. God bless Zantac... I hope it kicks in soon. At least the baby has the good graces not to kick the bejesus out of me right now.