I'm sorry, I've got to RUN!

I’ve always found it amazing how our bodies just know how to make and have babies. Is there a manual in there for it to know about cell division and how to grow a placenta?

When the end of the pregnancy draws near, it is not uncommon for your body to start giving off signals that say “a baby is coming!”

Yes, your feet swell and your hips spread, but that’s not the only thing that happens. Your bowels, ahem, finally get moving.

Yes, that’s right. All those weeks of constipation are coming to an end! In fact, things are probably moving right along down there.

It’s hard for me to use these words, but in order to continue, I’ll just get it out in the open: You’re going to have diarrhea. The runs. The trots. Call it what you want, but you’ll be spending a bit more time on the potty.

For me, “the runs” always snuck up without much notice. One minute, I’m standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth with my husband and the next I’m running down the hall screaming “I’ve gotta go!”

I think the worst part about the whole diarrhea while heavily pregnant thing is that it is almost impossible to look somewhat graceful while running to the potty. How can you? You’re trying to make it to the bathroom in two seconds or less all the while having a giant basketball protrude from your belly.

The sooner you learn to accept that you can’t do the Diarrhea Dash while looking graceful, the better. Who cares what they think? You’re nine months pregnant. I DARE anyone to mess with you.