Maybe it's me?

So I have come to the realization that I smell poop almost everywhere I go. I smell it at the Superstore, Sobey's, Walmart, in the car on the way to Walmart.... yep, that about sums up everywhere I go! No, but seriously there are sooooo many MANY things I didn't know about Motherhood ( and still don't) but one thing I definitely didn't know was how poop would be such an integral part of my day. And since Ruby came along production of poop has doubled, no it's tripled! And I wash my hands, I mean I obsessively wash my hands until they are raw, but I still smell it! I think the smell is permanently stuck up my nostrils, at least I hope it is, I hope it's not me???

I do feel terrible for how many diapers I put on the planet, it feels like we are forever changing the diaper genie. Oh and FYI, when the diaper genie says it's full, it means it! I have been elbows deep in "it" more than once and yet I still find myself thinking " I can fit one more in there". And when you empty it and see this giant blue worm of squished up soiled diapers you realize how much waste you are creating! I commend those moms who use cloth diapers. I think that would just send me right over the edge....but I do feel bad about it if that counts for anything.

It's weird, when I smell a dirty diaper I dread changing it and Mark and I have the "I think it's your turn" conversation daily. But if too much time goes by and no one has pooped, I panic and think " why hasn't he pooped? I better give him more water, wait... did she poop this morning?" These are the high level thoughts that make up my day. And now with Porter's new diet, I find myself thinking more about poop, will it change his poop, will it make him poop more, less? Ahhh poop. You take up way too much space in my brain.

Ok, now that I have changed the world with this post, I better run.

Rae :)