All by Ourselves

My family sucks. So do my in-laws. Between my husband and myself, we have four sets of parents (since they are all divorced). That's eight people....16 hands. Does even one of them offer to come to help us after the baby is born? NO. They all want to come in the fall and late-summer...you know, after I have recovered from delivery and we are (hopefully) on a schedule. What really gets to me is that out of four women, three of them have given birth themselves. So, they should understand how physically exhausting it is. They should understand that we will need help with housework, laundry, cooking, and our toddler. Apparently, none of them give a shit though.

When I gave birth to Hannah I had the help of the NICU nurses for almost two months. That gave my body plenty of time to recover. I was all caught up on my sleep when she came home. Not to mention that I didn't have any other kids, so I was able to sleep when she did. And my bestie, Hilary, was also here to offer help, support, and two extra hands. There were many times she would take a feeding so I could have a break. I guess I won't have that luxury this time around. You would think all of those Grandma's would be lining up at my door to be the first one to see our new addition, but they all have better things to do.

My Dad had the nerve to ask me if, "Aaron was up for it?" Up for what??? Watching me give birth? It's so annoying that everyone assumes that since I am a woman, and my body was made to do this, that it will just be a piece of cake. I have all of this "experience" and "mother's instinct" so therefore it shouldn't be hard for me. Some people don't know how lucky they are to have good parents, who are actually there for them. I would kill for a set of those right now.