I think moms really get the short end of the stick.
Think about it, to be a mom, we have to first endure living with a man. Though that experience may be pleasurable, you have to admit that it takes a lot of work. We are usually the ones who have to compromise, to sacrifice and most often that not, we are the ones who have to initiate things, or else we wont get what we want/need.
When this mission is accomplished, we then need to live through nausea, mood swings, cravings, itchy tummies, tooth-aches due to lack of calcium, paleness due to lack of iron, constipation due to excessive iron, weight gain due to increased appetite (or the rare case of dangerous weight loss due to no appetite).
As the pregnancy progresses, we get back pain due to the extra weight we're carrying, possible ugly varicose veins and we develop a bit of an inferiority complex coz we look in the mirror and see a whale.
Before the very end, we feel like someone's squeezing our insides every few minutes and we go to the hospital for assistance but instead we get poked down there every few hours. Then we are either expected to squeeze a watermelon through straw or we are cut open and stitched up.
Oh, but it's not ever yet!
We then have to content with whiny babies, sore nipples, sleepless nights, shitting what feels like rocks the size of boulder, colorado, and post-partum depression because when we look in the mirror we *still* see a whale.
From the way I see it, flowers once a year in May would not cover it.
The ground that we walk on should be worshipped every day for the rest of your lives.
(I can also live with getting diamonds once in a while). :laugh:
Happy Mother's Day!
But it's not all bad... just go read Baby Izani's latest progress.
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