Last night in an exhausted and probably hormonal state I wrote novel-length post about the joy in motherhood - or more appropriately, the lack thereof. Some of my wording was offensive to my sweet husband, it made him feel like a beast that makes me miserable, and that was far from my intent, so to him I am very sorry. I'd like to try again to candidly write about my feelings for posterity, and for any others that may read this that have been there at least once. First, a few disclaimers. 1) This is pure honesty. No sugar coating here! 2) I love my kids like crazy. I love my husband even more. 3)I am happy and content with my life over all. I wouldn't change a thing, other than my outlook on it. With those disclaimers done, I'd like to give a little background info that not just anyone may know. 1) I don't like babies much at all. I like to hold them for a few minutes, but then I am done. I can't hold one for hours, basking in it's sweetness. I am just n...