Breast milk poop. Yeah, I know there seems to be something wrong there I know. It's true, I like the smell of breast milk poop. I don't think I would like the smell of other kids poop, originating from either the breast or from formula. I am pretty sure it is just my children's poop. It is kind of a sweet smell, if you have to clasify it. Not sour at all. Not even a rancid smell, just sweet to me... maybe sickly sweet. I like it, maybe it is because it comes from me. I made the milk that made the poop. Breastfeeding is the second most natural thing for a Mom to do, second to childbirth itself. Our boobs, breasts, ta-ta's, pillows, knockers (the list goes on and on, I found a website that has a list of 138 slang words for breasts, SCARY) are on our bodies to make milk. My MIL can't smell it, is it because it is not her milk? My husband can smell it, and doesn't think it is nasty, is it because he loves my milk full breasts? Maybe it also comes from the fact that my first and third child both had Jaundice? The most natural way to get rid of Jaundice it is by eliminating, so I, for days became so wrapped up in the the anticipation of seeing that poop in their diapers. Is that what caused it? Now don't get me wrong its not like perfume to me or fresh cut lavendar, I just like the smell. I am sure some of you won't understand or even find it discusting but I don't care.
Welcome to my blog! This is a blog of all my thoughts past and present about anything from silly funnies to off the wall rants, all is to be included. I have some really great girlfriends out there that either blog themselves or send me links to blogs that I giggle or cry at. These ladies all have this amazing talent of evoking feelings from me, and I want to be like that. I have a family blog, updates on pregnancies, great pictures of babies, children growing up, life blog in the basic way. I just could not seem to get the real me captured there in words. I have always loved to write, did it a lot as a young adult, but something changed over time. Children have made me more impatient. I could lay in bed at night and blog in my head. Write a full blog on something that evoked some sort of emotion out of me during the day and I would laugh or cry at it all over again. I would lay there and think, if only I would get up and type away at my laptop and I might feel better. So here I am, not being lazy laying in bed writing another blog in my head but here for all to read. Welcome to "I lay in my bed and blog in my head"