Someone in my office recently had a baby – as in last week – and instead of focusing on that new baby smell, my head was spinning with all the things he was doing wrong. Aside from feeling like I just booked luxury passage to hell, I started questioning if I was really ready for this baby thing.
It’s a lot of work. I know that’s the understatement of the century. I know moms round the world, if they could read that, would laugh their collective asses off. But I have absolutely no idea what it’s like. I have no idea if I have that kind of strength. If I can sustain it. If I’ll survive.
Whine, whine, whine.
On the other hand, I made an appointment (and paid a very large deposit) to visit a fertility doctor. Let’s get started with some tests, shall we?