Not that kind of wet spot. The other kind.
The kind that happens when your kiddo seems to suddenly be between diaper sizes and pees and/or poops up her back in the middle of the night for the third night in a row (which normally never happens!)…all the way through her pajamas and swaddle. The kind that Saturday night required a full washing of the swing. The kind that Friday and Sunday night caused her to fuss and you to wake up wondering why in the hell you’re so wet. The kind that requires full outfit changes for both of you in the middle of the night and a towel down on the bed to cover the wet spot.
I’m so not a fan of that kind of wet spot.