This is part of the deal, a deal that was struck in stone nine months before the head appeared.
The deal that would lead to you aching in all the imaginable place and several that you didn’t think existed.
The deal that would make a simple walk to the shops or train station feel like a death march across an expansive desert devoid of shade and water.
The deal that would result in you carrying every imaginable thing while also nursing a struggling two year old.
Congratulations, you just became a beast of burden.