The idea of making mom friends is so bizarre. I can’t think of another situation where you have to become friends with someone based on this one huge and generally unifying factor, except for maybe Alcoholics Anonymous. Yet making mom friends is considered a crucial part of being a mom.
My first baby was breech. After trying to turn him on my own, I scheduled my C-section. Between the surgery and the pain killers it took six days post-op before I could poop.
Jokes abound about pregnancy hormones. Crying is the socially acceptable “hormonally crazy” change. My anger was another story.