wondering
why on earth do people feel so glibly compelled to inform me what sheer, unmitigated, screaming, eye-stabbing hell my life will be for the first months after my child is born? WHY ON EARTH?
posted by mr. nice guy at 12:47 AM
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Uh...maybe because if they told you it was all sunshine and roses and skittles and beer, when you found out the awful truth, you'd hate them forever?
I'm just glad I'll never find out first-hand, myself. :)
Because they are bitter and mean-spirited people.
When I was pregnant, I thought I would puke on the next person who told me, "Enjoy your sleep now! You won't get any after that baby's born!"
OK, thanks. I'm carrying around what feels like a 9-pound kicking, hiccuping watermelon in my stomach and you think I'm sleeping?
I finally got to the point where I said, "Oh, if the baby gets too loud, we'll just duct tape his mouth shut so we can get some naptime."
My husband says the only bad thing about the first few months was that his sex life was reduced to occasional perusings of internet porn.
Schadenfreude. No question.
I know, everyone wants us to hate oure baby before it was born. We were looking forward toa nights from hell. Well all those bastards were wrong. Our boy is a well adjusted sleeper through the night.
So do not listen to them enjoy the baby, because you will only remember the good stuff.
Truth hurts maybe? Well, only if the kid has colic (which one of mine did).
But honestly, it's not so bad if you drink.
Months? Nah, not likely. Some do experience the eye-stabbing hell of which you speak, but some don't. It depends on the woman.
No, seriously, most likely you'll be out of hell by week six or seven, when the baby starts smiling on purpose.
This is one of my pettest of peeves. My first kid prompted a festival of stories about how horrid life would become.
I'm on my third kid now (she's five months old), and while we occasionally have our days, life has been pretty peachy with her. With all the kids (or there wouldn't be three).
I get nearly as much sleep as I did pre-baby. Her diapers make her father gag, but I manage them fine. She's smiley and happy and the apple of everyone's eyes. Life is the exact opposite of hell.
Yours will be too. The exact opposite of hell, I mean.
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