#2

I will preface this post by saying - its not the most attractive topic. Consider yourself warned.
This is what is on my mind....actually this is one of the ONLY things on my mind, so that is what I am going to vent about.
I never thought I would miss going #2.
Yep, I said it.
I feel like a 90 year old woman. Prunes, prune juice, bran muffins, bran cereal, apples, pulpy orange juice, v8 fruit fusion, water, water, more water, gatorade, ss (code word for stool softener), metamucil......
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?
And guess what? I know its "normal". Thanks everyone for telling me :) Still doesnt solve the problem.
The hormones, the pressure of the baby, I get it. But this sucks. It more than sucks, its border line ridiculous.
I used to be OVERLY cautious about what I ate. I was the girl who had to know where the bathroom was before I walked in the door anywhere new. Gross, I know, but the truth.
Having people call to check on me throughout the day to ask me if I've pooped - its been a strange week, needless to say.
So now I'm focusing the majority of my day on when I took my last SS, what I ate, what I feel like eating (which at this point isn't much because I dont think it will find its way OUT). My tummy makes noises like an aircraft is taking off inside.
I think the baby (or the "herm" as Keith calls it - combo name for 'her' and 'him')
thinks this is hilarious. Now I'm leaning toward - this is a girl. I convinced that if its a girl, she is already testing me (and I'm not doing well).
So, this is not the cutest topic, and I'm sure I will regret posting about pooping - but seriously. This is stupid.
I just want to go #2.