I used to say "sure, one day I'll have kids" thinking it'd be ages down the road, but now I have a son. He's great and I love him, but that doesn't stop me from being absolutely scared shitless. There's so much to do, to remember! Here's my journey of getting to know my son, myself and my new life-- final destination: motherhood-- with the occasional input from Eric, my hubby and Charlie's father.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Phantom poops
I hate when I'm driving and I get a whiff of Charlie's poop. I immediately think "do I have it stuck on me?" and the answer is (so far) always "no". Why on earth do I get struck with these phantom poops? Sometimes they hit Eric too but they hit me often and at random times. Once, I was so convinced he pooped that when I opened his diaper and there wasn't any I stood there for a minute confused.
Labels:
Charlie,
Eric,
peeing/pooping
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