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That's why I am not ready to be Mom





As far as I check my Facebook account, I read these kinds of posts by young mothers who are suffering from this different experience, or you could tell the terrible experience after they had a baby.
They couldn't do anything, I literally mean everything, without their babies, even go to Pepe.
I read the other kinds of these posts on depression after pregnancy left mothers stuck with these sinking feelings.
After all, when you asked a mother would she change anything if she could.
She would say NO. She still sees the hell they put her through is the best experience ever.
After all, when you asked a mother "Would she change anything if she could".
She would say NO. She still sees the hell they put her through is the best experience ever.
"I don't want to be a mom!"
How dare you?
That what I always hear when I say that's motherhood is not my aim.
They do not yet realize that an adult woman could not want to be a mom. 
They thought I am insane. But I have my reasons.
"You will never again be the same person you were before motherhood."
This idea could keep me up as night long.
I don't want to change. My enthusiasm always sparks through my eyes that would not blink anymore.
Here's I have admitted loud, I love sleeping the most. If I didn't get enough hour sleeping, I would be so nervous, and I feel like my mind stops working.
How come I bear these loads, and there's a human next me doesn't do anything except crying.
I don't know if I would regret one day for this decision. I even don't know if I might change my opinion, and suddenly say: "now I want a baby."
Until this day comes, I know this's a huge responsibility, and I will do my best not to be a bad mom. I promise my son I'll be your monitor, your light when you feel down and your hope when you feel upset.

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