I cannot recall the topic of conversation, but my husband told me this week he had a confession. Towards the end of my pregnancy I had acid reflux. Before my doctor gave me something for the issue, my wonderful husband assumed an additional role of providing me much needed relief by burping me. It sounds weird, it felt weird asking and being on the receiving end of such a task, but it was necessary. The big confession was my husband was glad I was no longer pregnant because he did not like burping me, but had no issue burping our daughter. You see, babies backs are about the size of your hand, making a baby much easier to burp. Yes, my husband and I are silly.
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