You know, people really seem to think I am completely ignorant to babies.
“Oh you wait, babies are no cakewalk” “Beware! You will get to deal with explosive diarrhea!”
PEOPLE, I KNOW.
I am not ignorant to kids.
In the past decade, I have been pooped on, peed on, sneezed on, puked on (in the face among other things,) coughed on, snotted on, bit, scratched, punched, smacked, EVERYTHING. I’ve seen the most disgusting diapers in life. I’ve seen a kid poop out of their diaper up to their neck.
All this from kids who are NOT mine.
I know what to expect, and I know that there are things that no unwanted story will prepare me for.
The only thing more annoying to me than the people who think that I have no clue what babies even are, are the people who tell me how I should raise my unborn child!
People, I will do what I want, when I want.
If I need advice, I have two moms and two dads, aunts and uncles, plus a sister who have all raised kids who I can turn to.
Unless I ask for advice on anything else (such as what things were amazing for you that you swear by on your baby registry,) consider your advice UNSOLICITED.