You know how they say that women have a sort of “sixth sense” about things? That you should always “listen to your gut” or whatever? Yesterday I had one of those feelings, and I ignored it. I shouldn’t have.
It was bath time for Ivy. She really loves her bath and I love bathing her and letting her play in the tub for a good long time. It’s relaxing for both of us I think.
I was undressing her and a thought crossed my mind.
“Huh, Ivy’s never pooped in the bath tub.”
Why would such a thought enter my mind if not for the sole purpose of reminding me “we were due”.
Then my next thought was,
“Now that I thought that, she’s totally going to poop in the tub.”
Why did I not just stop there? Put her diaper back on? Go play for awhile before putting her in the tub? I don’t know. Impatience won out. And I put her in the tub.
Where she pooped.
It was one of those days where I really could have done without scooping poop out of the tub too, you know?
Listen to your guts, ladies.