Bear with me while I tell a poop story. I hesitated, but it’s one I don’t want to forget. It’s just funny.
I’m almost 26 weeks pregnant. It feels like I’m falling apart. Everything hurts. I swallow a ridiculous amount of vitamins every day. This pregnancy is kicking my tush.
I offhandedly mentioned to my husband that I had no idea what my body was doing now, but something is up with my digestion. Black poop had plagued me for many days. I’m not taking that much iron so…? He shrugged, not quite sure he wanted to talk about it. I get it. Welcome to my life. You helped me get here, enjoy the moment while I tell you my ailments.
Stellan immediately piped up though. “Blueberries. Blueberries make black poop.”
”Yep. I ate a whole bunch of blueberries. And I had black poop. Black poop, black poop, black poop.” His little hand cut through the air with each declaration, poised straight and stiff like a knife to make his point.
I googled it. He is correct. Blueberries have been on sale lately. I’ve bought several packages and enjoyed them for breakfast. And they can cause just this scenario.
Leave it to the four year old to figure this out. I’m still impressed that he’s comprehended that what goes in must come out.