You know what I miss most about not being a mom? Free hands.
On any given day, I look like this (minus the Asian part).
I am carrying my baby, my purse, the diaper bag and my pump bag. No one warns you about this. They love to tell you all about sleepless nights and poop explosions, but no one ever mentions that you will never again be able to hop out of the car and shut the door without heaving yourself and 15 extra pounds of bags out, all while trying not to drop your baby on its head.
And it should be noted that I am not one to get “celeb envy”- mostly because I view them as fictional characters and not real people. But motherhood, the great equalizer, is forcing me to view them on my level. So, I can’t help but get annoyed when I see things like this:
Really, Beyonce? Oh, right, you’re just out for a stroll with baby Blue. Must be nice when all you need for the day is apparently a pacifier and a water bottle. But I guess if I could walk upright without shooting pains in my legs from all the extra weight, I’d probably carry a water bottle too.