So, I've been up since around 3:30 because the nursling has wanted to eat constantly, and hasn't quite mastered nursing whilst laying down. So I eventually moved to the couch, so we wouldn't wake up Alex (Cullen is a very noisy eater, grunts and growls at my boobs the entire time).
So I'm beat. We fall asleep on the couch a bit. Alex leaves for work. I hear the tell-tale wet fart sound that signals that the child mist be changed. I wait for a few to be sure he's done, then carry him into the bedroom, where the changing supplies are at night, and figure we can crawl back into bed and sleep for an hour or so. I lay him on the several cloth diapers we have on the bed to catch a variety of bodily fluids, take of his diaper, and cover his boy parts with another cloth diaper to prevent being peed on. I reach for a wipe, hear another wet-fart, and a geyser of hot, wet, mustard-like poo is suddenly covering my leg, the bed, and my child's lower half. I sit in stunned silence for a couple seconds, make a pathetic attempt with the wipe that's in my hand, reach for another wipe, and realize I am out of wipes. I sop up poo with the cloth diaper, run to the other end of the house for more wipes, and on my way back hear another wet fart. I get back, my darling son is gleefully kicking his tiny little legs, there is a huge wet puddle of poo (and pee) under & around him and he is splashing it around a 12 inch radius of my sheets with his kicking.
We are, needless to say, back on the couch.
So I'm beat. We fall asleep on the couch a bit. Alex leaves for work. I hear the tell-tale wet fart sound that signals that the child mist be changed. I wait for a few to be sure he's done, then carry him into the bedroom, where the changing supplies are at night, and figure we can crawl back into bed and sleep for an hour or so. I lay him on the several cloth diapers we have on the bed to catch a variety of bodily fluids, take of his diaper, and cover his boy parts with another cloth diaper to prevent being peed on. I reach for a wipe, hear another wet-fart, and a geyser of hot, wet, mustard-like poo is suddenly covering my leg, the bed, and my child's lower half. I sit in stunned silence for a couple seconds, make a pathetic attempt with the wipe that's in my hand, reach for another wipe, and realize I am out of wipes. I sop up poo with the cloth diaper, run to the other end of the house for more wipes, and on my way back hear another wet fart. I get back, my darling son is gleefully kicking his tiny little legs, there is a huge wet puddle of poo (and pee) under & around him and he is splashing it around a 12 inch radius of my sheets with his kicking.
We are, needless to say, back on the couch.
Sob! 
Both-at-the-same-time responses to knowing baby will be big much sooner than we realize.)
