It's as easy as vomiting every day from week six of your pregnancy (me times two);
It's as easy as a two day labour (me with only the 12 hours with drugs to ease the pain);
It's as easy as learning stuff about your family which rocks the understanding of your world.
It's late nights and early mornings. Dressing gown days and shaming the teens who see you with friends without makeup.
It's your precious husband who builds a sanctuary in the other room so that you can rise and shine to set the world according to your own clock
It's all done in the hope that one day you will make it big and be given big monies and retire to attend to the fall out of all of the above.