“It takes the edge off the sheer visceral nipple-biting horror of it all” My memories of early motherhood involve (in no particular order): medieval gynaecological tortures, lack of sex, lack of sleep, vicious arguing, feeling like an impostor, boredom, despair, moments of unexpected joy – sometimes in inexplicable situations (ie: while wiping up shit at 3am) and lots and lots of coffee shops.
Hmm, what else? Oh yes, mother and baby groups featuring annoying women being pointlessly competitive, constant paranoid checking of Mumsnet, trying to freelance while babies wail in the background, being told off for careless road crossing by an old lady, drinking lots of wine, losing friends, feeling judged, feeling lost, feeling abandoned by my husband who had the temerity to go to work, losing my sense of…