I walked around the whole house one morning straightening up things as I went. My little girls trailed after me as they usually do, offering help and hindrance in turns. As I went from room to room and floor to floor, I kept smelling something bad.
Had I spaced it and not taken a dirty diaper out to the trash? Was there an unflushed toilet? A kitchen trash of doom?
I cased the whole house and couldn’t come up with any reason for the stench. And how could it possibly be in EVERY room I went to? I was seriously entertaining the idea of taking a precautionary shower myself just in case an earlier diaper change had somehow left me tainted.
It wasn’t until I picked up Caitlyn to read her a book that I thought to CHECK HER DIAPER. Yes, indeed. The mysterious poop-like smell was coming from my child who wears a diaper and who poops five times a day and who was following me all over the house as I tried to sniff up the culprit.
Apparently pregnancy hormones are powerful enough to obliterate four years of mothering experience along with all common sense. 🙂