“Does anyone have any corn syrup I could borrow? Apparently it’s a good stool softener for babies. Who knew?”
Literally. I posted that in my neighborhood group when Lucas started having his, um, output problems. I talk way more about poop than I ever thought possible.
And, to be clear, I already talked too much about adult poop before I got pregnant. But then it became all about my husband’s poop, my poop (or lack thereof, thanks to two babies crushing my intestines) and then the babies’ poop (or lack thereof).
Poop. Poop poop poop poop poop.
Welcome to parenthood.