Let me introduce you to my new, least favourite, emotion:
[drum roll] da da da daaah!
RESENTMENT n. Indignation or ill will felt as a result of a real or imagined grievance.
Not such a common emotion in my repertoire - until having a baby. It's one of those ones that creeps up on you, and you find yourself cursing into your decaf (yes furking decaf) about almost any little thing that just happens to set you off.
You resent having to get up AGAIN in the night. You resent the fact that weekends now closely resemble weekdays, complete with 5.30am starts. You resent your body for having betrayed you into thinking that you really, really wanted one of these crying, pooping, hungry things (WTF were we thinking?). You resent the fact that you're stuck at home while the DH gets to go to work, and the DH resents the fact that you get to lounge around at home (haha) while he has to work. You resent it if the DH gets home late from work, or wants to go out in the evening. You resent the fact that you're the ONLY one (at the moment) who can satisfy this baby's needs (if he would just god damn well eat something it wouldn't be such a problem). You resent the fact that you can't take hour-long showers like you used to, or if you spend longer than 5 minutes with the bathroom door shut Milkbaby screams like he's being abducted by aliens (if only!).
Then you get The Guilt for resenting the defenceless little bugger (he's just a baby after all). Don't get me wrong, it's not all hell in a moses basket. But if I could just have a 20 minute shower without interruption I would be eternally grateful.