When you have children, you pretty much understand that your life will forevermore be filled with poop.
You'll be changing poopy diapers, analyzing poop for content, texture, and frequency, and discussing poop with everyone you come in contact with; whether you know them or not.
It's just a fact of life for a parent.
Deal with it and move on (hence the blatant use of the word poop).
But one thing you can look forward to is that the occurrence of all these things will slowly dissipate over time ( though it never completely goes away).
Your child will reach a certain age where you no longer have to monitor their bowel movements quite so closely and you don't have surprise messes welcoming you as you enter certain rooms.
With my oldest son, that is pretty much how it went.
For the first year I was on top of the dirty diaper situation like flies on...yeah, and as he got older I didn't have to worry quite so much about all the drama that seems to come with that particular body function.
He got older, the messes became fewer. Simple math.
With my youngest however, things are...different.
A lot different.
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