Let's say you get home from work, you slip off your shoes, take your bra off, hug the kids. What's next? Bathroom, right? Having the "home field advantage" as we like to call it in the Crooked Eyebrow home. At this point in pregnancy, my bladder is tired and well, being bounced on 5, 219 times a day, bathrooms are my thing lately.
right... moving on...
So I'm sitting there, reading my new redbook and I smell peanut butter. I think to myself, "man this pregnancy is so weird, BM's that smell like peanut butter." Mentally laugh at myself for even taking notice. Actually thinking "wow, I couldn't even blog that if I tried".
Then as I'm reading, listening to wwIII between children outside the door, I smell peanut butter again. Except this time, I look down at my huge bare belly and notice peanut butter smashed into my skin.
"damn, that's where the nutty butty bar went at lunch."
So for clarification, pregnancy does not change the smell of your poop. It only makes you one crazy nut capable of losing food at lunch, only to be hidden by your huge pregnant belly.
and that will hopefully be my last bathroom confession...ever.
you are welcome.