Day Four - Spicy Food

Today I ate spicy food.

I've been a little reluctant to undertake this challenge because lately I've had some wicked heartburn. I get heartburn from, among other things, oranges, root beer, chicken, and water. Yes, water. It's okay, I wouldn't believe me either. But since I've heard the spicy food cure more than any other labor-inducing myth I figured it was worth it to try.

I was going to get some Thai food from this place downtown that has this phenomenal dish called volcano chicken. However, Mike didn't feel like going and getting it, so eventually he bargained me down to a spicy chicken filet from Wendy's. Not healthy, but spicy.

I ate the sandwich an hour ago, and so far I've felt nothing. It did, however, seem to help my sinus cold a bit. I guess that's something.

Mike just said, "Maybe giving birth is like dating, where when you stop trying so hard it all happens for you." I hope that this is not true, because if my dating history is any indication I'll have a few years of dysfunctional, somewhat scary, extremely manipulative, or just downright wrong-for-me contractions before I meet the right contraction to deliver my baby. And I don't think I can go through all that right now*.



* Not everyone I dated was bad...I dated some nice guys. Those are the ones I still talk to.