Alright, let's get straight to it. Having kids is really hard, way harder than anyone tells you. Nothing prepares you for waking up every two hours in pain to feed a crying baby. And each cry, it's like a dagger straight to the heart.
Friends, hobbies, spontaneous outings - they're all replaced by endless diaper checks. If the baby poops, it's a problem; if the baby doesn't poop, it's a problem.
And just when you think you can't take anymore, your heart jumps into your throat with every scan, test, and screening, hoping everything is okay.
But, you know what? I knew all of this before I had my baby. And I still did it. So, why the heck are you listening to me?