Yes, you read that right.
There is poop.in.my.fridge.
There’s something I never thought I would say.
Or have in my fridge, for that matter.
But yet, here I am. And, I’m blogging it. Cause, that’s what the cool kids do these days.
Anyway, here’s the story.
Baby girl has been having some stomach issues since yesterday.
I took her to the doctor this morning and was asked to provide a sample.
My poor mother had the unfortunate task of collecting the sample, since both the husband and I were at work.
I soooooo owe her. I probably need to buy her a couple cups of Starbucks. Or chocolate. Wait, she doesn’t like chocolate too much. (I KNOW – what woman doesn’t like chocolate? It’s a whole nother story.)
Where was I?
Oh, right. The point is I OWE HER.
So, since I was at work, by the time I picked up baby girl, the lab spot was already closed.
I have to wait until the morning to drop it off.
What to do with 3 tubes of poop sample?
Called the pediatrician and they said “Refrigerate it!”
Yay! Why not?
So now I have poop in my fridge.
Aren’t you glad you read all about it?
***Update: There is no longer any poop in my fridge. I dropped it off to the lab the next morning.