You know how, when you aren’t pregnant and your stomach/digestive system is making you think of the witches in That Scottish Play creepily whispering, "Double, Double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble," it gets harder to concentrate?

Lil Smudge is making like the cauldron, bubbling away. All through the gastrointestinal region, as nearly as I can tell. With breaks of no more than 10 or 15 minutes. There seems to be a special emphasis on stomping (or head-butting?) my intestines flat.

Between him moving and the "fire burn" quality of the reflux, I feel like that.