If anything pushes me over the edge in this nine month journey, it will be prenatal vitamins. I can hear you snickering out there, don't think I can't. But I'm totally serious. Prenatal vitamins are the bane of my existence.
I've never been particularly good at swallowing pills. I have clear memories of practicing the art on petite garden peas with my dinner. I finally got so that I could take antibiotics and birth control without too much trouble.
But then came the prenatals. Huge honking things with jagged edges that expand in your throat. Or at least that's what it seems like. (See the picture at right -- shown actual size).
Honestly, though, why is it that they can't make the darn things smaller? Is it really absolutely necessary that they be the size of a medium boulder? Can't they pack the necessary vitamins and minerals into something smaller?
I cut them in half to make it easier but I still have trouble. My problem is that I panic. I pop the pill in, take a swig of milk...and freeze. I simply cannot force myself to swallow because I know it's going to get stuck. So I stand there for a while frowning, sometimes tossing my head back to get the pill further in my throat. Eventually I manage to swallow, usually half-gagging in the process.
My only saving grace is that the pills hold up well during this prolonged effort. They don't disintegrate in my mouth, exacerbating the unpleasant-ness of the whole experience.
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