...Have a kid...I guess its one easy step if you are a man, two if you are a woman...anyways, my main point is that I have never been more anxious in my entire life than after my kid was born. Yes, there was job, happiness, etc., but what I really didn't expect was the heapin helping of anxiety. Here you are with this totally helpless little creature that you love immensely that cant do anything for itself and if you don't do things than it will be in pain or worse, and even if you do everything right, it still may have problems and...ugh....
I though it would get better in the toddler years...hell no! Now the little muchkin can walk around and really get into trouble and is still basically as helpless as it was before.
I really can't see how any sane human can have more than one child. I must not have been given the drug that every other parent seems to have been given by which they want to go through it all again....the sleepless nights, the days of doing nothing but baby maintenance, the illnesses, the inability to do anything to relieve one's own stress and needs. I love my kid more than anything, but why in the hell would I go through that again...and Im the guy! The woman has to deal with looking like she swallowed a watermelon, swollen feet, swollen tits that shoot liquid, hemmoroids (yeah, I know, don't ask me to spell check...), and then you got to pop the baby out of a tube that is not large enough for the job...well, not at least, until painful contractions force it to not quite the right size, and then you have to push it through...I don't envy women at all in that department. I had enough trouble pushing through the remnants of that Red Robin Cheeseburger the other night. I will say that going to the Lamaze class did help in that department...
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