tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008365570375864333.post4876866139152167275..comments2023-09-29T06:16:28.161-07:00Comments on WTF, I Have a Kid: The KickerJendra Berrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13529199296075685805noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008365570375864333.post-43902812860717116012012-10-01T22:01:55.584-07:002012-10-01T22:01:55.584-07:00That's reassuring about the poop. Something to...That's reassuring about the poop. Something to hope for ;)<br>Also a comfort to know I'm not alone in not being in love with pregnancy.Jendra Berrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13529199296075685805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008365570375864333.post-52006180293254004652012-10-01T18:27:19.857-07:002012-10-01T18:27:19.857-07:00You know, not all babies poop. I mean, they do, bu...You know, not all babies poop. I mean, they do, but not as often as you think they do. Breastfed babies (aka mine) can poop as little as once every 24 hours.<br><br>And I TOTALLY get what you're saying re: pregnancy, both in this post and the last. I felt the exact same way. His nickname was actually asshole. I was not a glowy gushy preggo.sarahhttp://www.queserasarah87.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com