Dear baby,
I am not an egg. There is one and only one way out. Although I may be about to crack, continuously kicking me on my left will not get you out any faster.
I guess to be a mom is to first be beat up internally. Next, to be beat up in the chest (at least if you breast feed, from what several moms have told me). There is the part about being physically worn out, and then you get to be a teenager and beyond and it's about being mentally being exhausted.
After all these beatings, why would anyone want to be a mother? Here's the thing - I'd like you to come out so you can tell me yourself. But remember, I am not an egg.
Love,
Mom
