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This pregnancy has been defined by one symptom that I certainly don't remember with Paisley's pregnancy....   Gas.

It's like I've eaten nothing but beans for the past 20 weeks.  Yeah, I eat beans but that's not the dominant food in my diet.  And yeah, I've had gas before I was pregnant but not 24-7.  The real problem is that it isn't the type that you can just ignore and it somehow dissolves back to wherever it came from and leaves you alone.  It's the type that causes you to feel like your insides will explode if it isn't taken care of immediately.  Which leaves you no time to get away from people.

And making matters even worse, it isn't silent, but it sure is deadly.  So even if someone manages to avoid hearing it, they'll definitely smell it.    Pretty sure I'm not going to have any friends by the end of this!   And does anyone remember how bad it was during labor and delivery with Paisley?  Every single time my doc would check me, I'd fart.  A lot.  Thinking I'm going to be left alone to deliver this baby by myself!!!

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  1. kkasunMarch 21, 2012 at 2:18 PM

    That is so funny! I was gassy but I can't imagine how awkward it must have been to fart on your doctor while she was checking you!!!!!

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  2. AnonymousMarch 21, 2012 at 4:24 PM

    Yup! Been there, done that!! All of it!! I had severe gas when I was pg with my son and I also farted during labor. Almost everytime I pushed ... I farted. My husband still makes fun of me all these months later! He STILL says he doesn't understand how the poor doctors assistant was sitting down there through all of it!

    Honestly, I really don't know how she was managing to keep a straight face! I guess that's what they are trained to do!

    This just reconfirms my opinion that you are pregnant with a little guy this time!

    Xoxo

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  3. TraceyMarch 22, 2012 at 8:32 AM

    Heeheeheeheehee!! Hey - it's the one time in your life that you get a pass for gas! Let 'em rip! ;-)

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  4. KandiceMarch 22, 2012 at 11:54 AM

    And this is why you are my friend!

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