This has become such a part of my life that I am actually writing a blog about it. Pregnancy burping. I have not had conversations with any other moms about this as of yet, and have not googled it, so if anyone out there can relate to my experience please tell me I am not crazy. It’s not bothersome and I’m not worried about it really, it’s just . . . weird.
About 15 to 20 times a day since I found out I was pregnant I have to burp myself. I mean you know, like you would hit a baby on the back to help them burp. I make a fist and hit my chest, and sit upright just like you would prop up a baby. I know, its ridiculous. And I have not been able to trace it back to any type of food or time of day. It is all the time!
I’ve actually gotten David in on the action. Sometimes we’re driving, or watching a movie and I’ll just lean forward and beat on my chest and he knows it helps me if he can double team and hit on my back at the same time. One day I sat up in bed in the morning to burp and I was hitting my chest. David was so tired he just started hitting my arm. We both busted out laughing . . . we laughed a lot that morning actually. It’s really quite comical to me when I think about it.
It gets interesting when I’m in public, like at the grocery store or in line at a restaurant. Or sometimes if happens in a counseling session. I have learned I can gently tap and it still can work. Tapping is a bit more discrete, but doesn’t work as fast. I’m really laying it out there with this blog, I feel silly writing it! But I’ve done it 3 times since I started writing this blog 15 minutes ago, so you can see what a part of my life it is.
So that’s my burping story. Anyone out there relate to this? Don’t leave me hanging here. . .