When you’re about to become a mother, people tell you, all the time, “Ooh, you won’t know what’s hit you!” That makes it sound exciting.
But motherhood doesn’t have a moment of impact. Instead, you’re stuck in an interminable holding pattern, circling the airport and dumping fuel. And the in-flight entertainment is broken. It just goes on and on, tediously. I was praying for something to hit me, just to break up the monotony.