Poop

Forgive me if the formatting or spelling in this post is wonky; I am attempting to blog from my iTouch which is not exactly easy.

Yes, you read right. The subject of this entry is poop. Before I became a mom, I never in my life imagined I would someday spend even half as much time as I do thinking and talking about feces. But for the past almost nine months, poop has not only become a daily topic of conversation between Chris and myself (and, for that matter, anyone else who will listen), but sometiMes we talk about it multiple times a day. Not our poop, of course, but our daughter's. Color, consistancy, frequency.... These are things that are discussed in detail on a regular basis. And something that is sometimes discussed and compared with other mom friends of mine. Most of the time I don't think twice about it; this is my life now. But sometimes, like tonight, I manage to get a different perspective and I can't help but laugh at how much things have changed in the past nine months. I mean, when's the last time you talked, in detail, about poop?