And good girlfriends, too- who will share the good, the bad, not to mention the ugly. I've heard about the sleepless nights, projectile vomit, breast feeding debacles, and vaginal dryness.
I've had friends who love their babies describe to me the hormonal roller coaster that is postpartum, the marital struggles that often come with a newborn, and the hours of walking a wailing baby up and down the hallway.
I know, in my head, that it will be hard. But I just don't think you can prepare yourself until your elbow-deep in meconium. Plus, I'm a hopeless optimist: I just don't believe that it will be that bad for us. I can't help it- I have great expectations!
However, I am grateful to have friends who will give me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
P.S. Even if, at one point, they wanted to throw their baby out the window...they wouldn't trade it for the world. My friends are wonderful mamas.
P.P.S. You can all check this blog in April & May and remind me of my hopeless optimism.