Only women would sign up for this much crap.
Having a Baby
Due to your substantial roll in building our family, you will be permitted to continue releasing eggs on a monthly basis as you see fit, until the day you shrivel up and turn into the useless, fleshy raisins you are destined to become
I recently discovered there’s a unique Japanese term for maternity harassment called matahara. Pause on this for a moment.
I was a bad mother.
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“It’s fine,” everyone’s telling me. “Nobody really knows what they’re doing. You’ll be a great dad. Just relax.”
Almost 4 years ago I was told I could never have children. Now I’m trying to figure out if children will fit into my life at all.
A puppy and a newborn almost guarantee that nobody in your household will sleep consistently for months. The dog makes you more at the ready for those late night feedings and stretches your capacity for patience beyond anything you ever dreamed imaginable.
I began to think about other moments I’ve experienced, in frustration, as a parent and how they’ve been reflected throughout fiction and the media.
It’s guilt. And shame. And anger. A lot of anger.