Pregnancy tips Funny Article On Parenting

I found this article very funny, very honest, and it says many things most of us think but are afraid to say. If you've had a hard time getting pregnant, you don't feel entitled to complain, so this article does it for you! Read more:

10 Things I Hate About Motherhood (and One Thing I Absolutely Love)shine.yahoo.com

From the article:

Look at them! SO. FRAGILE. Loving a child means spending countless hours, days, weeks, years fearing for that child. You fear that they will be hurt, that they will become sick, that they will die, you fear that you will die and they will be orphaned, you fear that they will ask you about death and you won't have an answer; you fear that they will be the one kid in their kindergarten class that isn't invited to that one girl's birthday party; you fear that they will never love books as much as you do; you fear that they will worry about their looks; you fear that their heart will someday be broken. You lay awake at night worrying about the fact that their heart will someday be broken. You lay awake at night, worrying. Which is why, on those rare nights when the children sleep right through? You're still not sleeping.

But then, also, there is THIS...
My family. My children. Who are amazing, inspiring creatures and who fill my life with such light and love as to nearly, at times, overwhelm me. Who make me laugh and who make me cry and who make me laugh until I cry, every single day. Who make me grateful for my soft belly and squishy boobs and for my messy hair and my undereye circles and my scars, because these are the markers of this work that I do - this tiring, often frustrating work - and of the miracles that I have produced and that I am, every day, producing, through this work; these miracles, my children, without whom I would not know love as completely as I do. My children, for whom I do this work, if not gladly, then without regret. My children, who make it possible for me to bitch tirelessly about motherhood while still feeling, deeply, to the very tips of my toes and possibly even further, that this motherhood thing is the most beautiful - the most hazily, gauzily, barefoot-in-a-field-of-daisies romantic - thing in the world. And if I happen to be clutching a bottle of tequila and an Ativan prescription while I dance in those daisies, well, so be it.