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| Also, it was enormously liberating for me when I was telling my favorite cousin about how exhausted I was all the time, and she said, "Yeah, the first year's just s**t, isn't it?" |

Yep. When I had DD (and I'm slightly Aspie, FWIW) I was quite frustrated because after years of Mum praising baby-having to the skies - and she had six! - she started watching me and DD and saying thoughtfully "You know, everyone says the first years fly by, but they're really not much fun when you're in them". Or "The first three babies are the hardest"(!). Or "Oh yeah, I remember having to lie in awkward positions all night so they wouldn't wake up, that was hard". I was like "You couldn't have told me about all this BEFORE I got pregnant?".

I
love babies - I'm a gushy baby person who coos over cute infants in the supermarket - and I still dread the thought of having a second baby. I adore DD, but the thought of doing pregnancy and the first year of parenting again does
not fill me with a warm Madonna-like glow. I'm going to grit my teeth and do it - probably at least twice more, heaven help me - but I sort of dread it. I'll be doing it with the long-term view in mind and very few expectations for my sanity, marriage and happiness during the infancy stages. And my kids wil be spaced out further than I originally planned, because honestly I don't think I could cope otherwise.
I hope that didn't plunge you further into gloom.

It does get better, truly... and it seems quick looking back, and endlessly long when you're in the trenches, and that's just the way it is. All we non-infant-having mothers can offer is rueful smiles of remembrance and sympathy - and the dangling carrot that one day, you'll be us, saying "It gets better" to another overwhelmed mum!