Motherhood.... by Stacey

What Did I Get Myself Into?

You wait nine months, eating everything in sight only to throw it up every morning. You watch your tummy expand and get bigger and bigger, yet you still have to go about your daily chores of sweeping, mopping and cleaning all while carrying this extra weight around. The mood swings are enough to drive away a hornet. You get kicked and pushed in the ribs until you think they're gonna break, and wherever you go all kinds of people touch your tummy, saying things like, "Well she's ready to pop," when they think you're not listening.
Then you have to drag yourself out of a warm bed sometime during the night and rush to the hospital where you get shot in the back, poked, prodded, coached to "breathe", etc. Then this tiny, round, red-faced screaming baby is placed in your arms and you think it's all going to be worth it. But suddenly it's sleepless nights and sleepless days, waking up every couple of hours to feed this bottomless pit. Your eyes are bloodshot, your whole body is exhausted and in pain.
As time goes on, there are tantrums and food throwing, peanut butter smeared on little faces, hands and in hair, grubby little fingers that want to touch everything and pull everything off of shelves, wet and poopy bottoms to wipe, toys to pick up time and time again, trading in gourmet meals for spaghetti-o's and mac and cheese, crumbs to vacuum three times a day. There's the whining, the crying, the screaming, the hair-pulling...I could go on. So, what have I gotten myself into? Motherhood, and I wouldn't change a thing! It really is all worth it! Cherish every moment, they all go by so fast!