Sure, my newborn throws up on me daily, goes through far more diapers than I thought possible, makes constant little dinosaur noises, wants to eat every hour it seems, and doesn’t let me sleep. Still the best thing ever.
Life is precious. Have kids.
(I’m terrified though. How do you raise a child in this satanic shitshow our culture has become? How will I keep her safe? At least my happily blue-pill libertarian husband seems to be shaking himself out of his complacency; father instincts are an amazing thing to behold.)
Sure, my newborn throws up on me daily, goes through far more diapers than I thought possible, makes constant little dinosaur noises, wants to eat every hour it seems, and doesn’t let me sleep. Still the best thing ever.
Life is precious. Have kids.
(I’m terrified though. How do you raise a child in this satanic shitshow our culture has become? How will I keep her safe? At least my happily blue-pill libertarian husband seems to be shaking himself out of his complacency; father instincts are an amazing thing to behold.)
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