Feeling the burn

Mmm, so that's what that feeling was in my food pipe. There I was thinking it was hunger pangs. A kind of deep, unsated desire for (more) food, presenting itself as a pain in my chest. When actually, all along, the unpleasant pressure feeling was some rogue acid moving its way up behind my sternum. The joys of pregnancy.
Yesterday, the burn took on a whole new personality. I think it was the fruit smoothie what done it. You'd think that something as healthy and virtuous as fruit blended with, er, more fruit, couldn't do your body any harm at all. And yet, there I was two hours later, feeling the pain and not quite knowing what to do with myself. As with everything digestion related (I know, TMI), the effects lasted hours. So many hours in fact, that I was still awake with my burn at some ungodly hour this morning. It was me, the rain and the burn. Almost a party, of the most painful, damp sort.
So now I need to do something about it, becuase I'm not putting up with this any longer. I will ask my GP today. I'm going back to see her, because I need a series of important documents signed, all of which I forgot to ask her about last time around. She's in for a heartburn interrogation too.
Someone mentioned Rennies, or Gaviscon. My Grandpa used to swear by Rennies. His bathroom cabinet with overflowing with the little, square tablets. In my innocent mind, they were an old person's drug. Something you have when you draw your pension. I certainly wasn't expecting them to accompany me on my maternity leave.