Pregnancy and poop.
A loathsome relationship for most any gestating female.
One that no one really wants to talk about.
You either miss it or wish it would stop.
Very rarely is there a middle ground.
I am one of those who misses it, dearly.
There have been occasions where it has come…and I have cried.
Pregnancy, Zofran and iron pills are the trifecta of the anti-poop in my world.
Then again I want to be pregnant, I don’t want to barf and anemia I do not love.
But there is one tiny, fuzzy oval shaped lining in all this…awkwardness.
The kiwi has the ability to make a rough day go a little smoother, without the side effects of gurgle gut, the sweats and your mouth watering (I’m looking at you chemical laxatives.)
Without troubling you too much further with this poop talk…I will end with this.
God bless the Kiwi and the tree it rode in on.