Honestly, I never wanted children. Seeing a little one, all snotty nosed, calling for their mommy used to irritate me. But, after we had our child I was so obsessed. So obsessed, I forgot about me, my personal aspirations, my husband, life itself. It was just me and the BS (Baby Struggles).
Of course, our baby was so fresh and so clean all the time. New outfits, best toys, and of course, my milk machines (i.e., breasts) had the best gadgets to allow them to provide the baby excellent sustenance.