Picture this – I’m on my first Friday night out since Mr Baby was born, kid free and cruising through the Adelaide Hills blaring my old skool RNB and Beyonce jams (because you know – I’m ‘Flawless’ and ‘I Woke Up Like This’ and all that!) and THIS mama has a BIG night planned!
First stop – Hospital. I have some precious cargo in my car waiting to be dropped off. A Poop Sample. Yep – not only had I been elbow deep in baby poop for a week thanks to Mr Baby being sick all week – but the ONLY reason I was having a night out was because that Poop Sample wasn’t going to make its way to pathology on its own. So really – I owe that poop for giving me
an excuse to get out of the house! Never thought I’d be thanking baby poop for a night out… Continue reading