Motherhood should come with a mentor.
I'm not talking about your mamma or family support system. Preferably a friend, who doesn't know all your family traditions and can encourage you to do this mothering thing your own way. One wiith kids slightly older than your own who's already pulled her fair share all-nighters and has learned the difference between the I-didn't get-what-I wanted-cry vs. the I'm-really-hurt-cry. The friend who will still believe the best about you after she hears you banshee scream at your 3 year old. Will pray you through every un-forseen test you never wanted your baby to be subjected to. And will laugh just as hard as you do at the statement "that's way too much cheese for one backpack!"
She's the friend who'll present you with your very own Get out of Clean Floors Card as you bring baby number 3 home from the hospital....with a glass of champagne waiting for you in her hand.
She's the one who'll remind you it's normal. Whatever IT is!