when passing gas isn't funny

Well, on a lighter note, one of the side effects of this whole debacle is that I have some of the most painful gas I’ve ever had.  I am writing about it on my blog because Frank is at his limit of hearing about it.  And really, this isn’t even about passing gas, it’s about a huge amount of gas trapped in my body.  I look more pregnant right now than I did when I was pregnant.

And naturally, I kind of wonder – since it is all air, is it possible that even though I feel so bloated, I might have lost a few pounds??


No.  Zero.

Oh well, there goes that idea.

In other news, it is a sunny, brilliant day outside.  And it’s a Saturday.  And Frank is home.  So, “Yay!” for that!

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