First, there's the labor and delivery, which I'm (obviously) still not talking about.
Then there are the infamous sleepless nights.
Add to that the sore nipples.
And the leaking breastmilk.
And the approximately 47 diapers you change a day.
Don't forget that the baby won't let you put him down most of the time,
And refuses to nap on any kind of predictable schedule,
So you become hopelessly behind on laundry,
And you start to consider peanut butter and jelly a well rounded meal because that's what the girls can unearth the ingredients to and actually make themselves without burning down the kitchen.
Having a newborn means constantly having a little person attached to you.
And never feeling like you have a moment to yourself.
It means constantly teetering in a state of exhaustion, where you're not sure when you last showered, what day of the week it is, or even what your first name is.
But this. This is my paycheck.
And this is my bonus.
I love my job.