Okay, so I know it wasn’t that long ago that I was writing about how the messages that people gave me about parenting were kind of lies, but I have to say, there’s one thing that I was told that is totally, totally true.
I think about poop way more than I ever have in my entire life.
This is both gross, and funny.
And it started like, instantly. From the meconium plug in the hospital (gross), to the first “real” diaper change (gross, and I got poop on my hands, causing me to laugh helplessly while David recorded me), to the adventure that it solid food (super gross, and yet also fascinating), to dealing with cloth diapers and real poop (gross, and we’re buying biodegradable liners, because I’m getting tired of wiping actual poop off the cloth), to smelling the baby to see if she’s pooped (gross), to watching her for an epically funny poop face that she makes (hysterically funny, with intense eye contact). It’s a lot of time and energy and brain space, to be devoted to feces.
You’ll be relieved that I will not, as per some of the idealists found on STFU, Parents, I will not be inflicting any further details on you, because, say it with me, GROSS.
But I did want to chime in to say that there is at least one thing that the world told me about parenting is, in fact, very, very true.