Real motherhood happens in the tear-filled, sleepless nights when you’re left alone to wonder where the hell it all went wrong. I was so terrified that I would be a shitty mom to this child I already loved so much that I figured I could make up for my lack of maternal instincts by being over-studied. If I knew the answers, I was convinced that the test itself wouldn’t be that hard. I was hoping that my being overprepared would translate into being a good enough mom for my baby.
