You’re almost at the end of your pregnancy. You are aching and cranky and oh so exhausted. You’re about ready to rip that baby out with your bare hands which is nature’s way of making you less afraid of childbirth because anything would be better than this torture. You are over it and you want to know, is this all worth it?
Babe, I’m sorry: It’s my fault you’re scared. I’ve traumatised you with my stories. You look at me and my kids and you’re starting to think reproducing is the stupidest idea ever. I’m cranky, dishevelled and vague. It’s not pretty.
So how do I explain it to someone who has no idea what’s coming her way? How do I express just how tough, how exhausting, how utterly baffling children are, and yet reassure them it’s all SO WORTH IT?