There are a few things no one tells you about being a mother. One of them is that the girl you were who was disgusted by bodily functions dies forever. You know the one who is not amused by gross out body humor movies and questions why anyone would burp the alphabet or light farts on fire. Not that I do either now, but I do at least once a day finding myself giggling as my son ___ (insert bodily function - burps, farts, poops - here). This, in turn, makes him laugh, because, well, it is just so damn funny to do those things with your body. This amusement is useful because I find the fruits of one his labors makes its way onto me everyday. If you can laugh when he takes a shart, you can laugh when you realize its on you.
The good news is that pregnancy totally prepared me for this. Between, the constant peeing, constipation, burping, and farting, I'm just not phased anymore. In fact, I find myself, ever so gracefully, burping whenever I feel the urge despite my company. Perhaps a bad habit, but in some countries it's a compliment.
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