Please pardon me, but I have no profound thoughts to impart to you in today’s post. All I have is poop on the mind. Or, in the case of my baby, the lack thereof. I don’t know how it happened, one minute everything was working great and the next, it’s like someone flipped the off switch in his digestive tract. I’ve been going through the many stages of constipation the past two weeks:
Bewilderment – Gee, I wonder why the baby isn’t pooping?
Memory lapse – Has it been 5 days or 6 days?
Worry/Panic – What’s it going to look like? How big? Where will it happen and when?
I had to start turning down social engagements out of fear when a poop-losion would occur. Imagine how ridiculous this sounds: “Oooh sorry I can’t attend your really fun event because my kid is backed up and I’m afraid he’ll do a diaper explosion any minute.” True story.