Ever think it would be easier to be a man? I mean they have to lift heavy stuff when you help people move but otherwise it seems pretty great.
Lets tally; women deal with periods, raging psycho hormones, pregnancy, giving birth (as opposed to watching), menopause, pain, in my case escaping IUD’s. Plus generally, we still make less money.
Men deal with… us (that’s a big one), watching our babies be born, um… and lifting heavy furniture. Maybe there’s more? I don’t know, I clearly don’t have the right parts.
Funny thing is, I would never trade. Sure, I’d give away the periods in a heartbeat but I wouldn’t want to change my role for anything. I think that while Brian got to see my babies being born, I got to experience it. Every scary, painful, exhilarating moment of it. I got to feel those babies growing and moving and fluttering inside of me while he could only put a hand on the belly. They make it so amazingly worth it.
As time goes on, I feel myself growing into my roles as wife and mom… and becoming comfortable in my skin. I’m not as skinny as I used to be. I can’t turn the heads of everyone in the room but every scar and stretch mark is a testament to being a woman. A happy, successful, beautiful inside and out woman.
So go ahead and be envious of men. I’m not. I didn’t want to lift that heavy stuff anyway.