I always knew I would want to have a kid, maybe two. I loved the thought and the idea of it all and how it all looked. Every blog that I ever read made motherhood look glamorous and beautiful and I envied it. I already knew that being a parent wasn't easy, I am not naive to this by any means. But by golly its life changing for sure. The blogs that I drooled over failed to tell and show the struggles of waking up 2-4 times in the night. They forgot to mention the amount of laundry that turns into mountains in a matter of minutes. Or the fact that you simply don't feel the same after giving birth to a child. It must have skipped their minds to tell about how when your poor little baby is crying for reasons you don't understand that you want to give up and join them in their tears. Motherhood is exhausting. But I see why it is never brought up because even though its tiring and your more than just pooped out. The small tiny little things like them smiling in their sleep, looking up at you in confusion wondering who you are to them and having such adorable little toes. It makes those midnight wake up calls and extreme blown out diaper catastrophes so, so worth it.
Life as we know it is totally different. Motherhood is hard. But I love it.