They changed the vitamins.  The ones I should have, technically, been taking for the last 4 years.  Stopping when Wednesday was about 9 months old seemed alright, though.

So at my last appointment my doctor informed me they added DHA to the pre-natals.  This sounds great!  More health for my baby without having to eat foods that my tummy doesn't love anymore!  But that night, I realized my mistake.  Please Lord, can I have my vitamins back that simply taste like the letter "B" personified?  The new and improved version smell so bad, that just opening the lid knocks me over.  

As someone who has cooked a few Thai-like dishes at home, I recognized the taste of these whopper-sized meds immediately; FISH SAUCE.  The vitamins taste like FISH SAUCE!!  And it takes all of two minutes for the burping of the fish sauce to commence.   So while I'm trying my hardest to read children's literature to my boys, or you know, SkippyJon, I am fighting the fish.  I'm struggling with the guppies in my gullet, trying to convince them to stay in my swishy pond.  

Then one night, after successfully defeating one sea creature, another filled my mind.  Most people realize that pregnancy ups the dream craziness, and my most recent pregnancy dream did not dissapoint.  In a half dream state, with Wednesday in my lap, he began his sleepytime routine of kneeing me in the bladder.

Unconsciously  my stomach slowly filled with turtles.  Small ones, obviously; I'm only 5 feet tall.  Everytime Wednesday would poke me with his caps, a turtle would bubble up and try to escape.  I'm not sure how long the turtles planned their revenge, but by the time I finally woke up, I couldn't even spare the time to put the kid in the bed!

What will ambush me next?  I'm thinking octopi and starfish as another separate journey through weaning begins in our house.  But maybe Sebastian was right,  I am certainly in luck to be in the midst of all this lovely muck.