Life is unfair to women. Some of you may agree that this is the understatement of civilization since the dawn of time. Some of you may not. But before you start burning your bras and going native, let me expand upon what I mean. Being a woman is hard. Being a professional woman in a man's world is harder. Being a mother is the hardest of all. Never in our lives do we feel so helpless as we do when we become parents. Even if your life was a mess pre-baby, you can bet that a baby will turn that mess into a disaster. The simple necessity of caring for a completely helpless life, while trying to mend your own post-trauma (birth), is the most difficult task a human being can face. I don't mean to imply that we don't ferociously and unconditionally love our babies - quite the opposite, in fact. If we didn't love our little ones more than our own lives, motherhood would be simple...and the human race would cease to exist. How do we do it? The answer is pret
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