And then the advice started rolling in – how I could rectify my boredom, be productive, multitask, wear my baby, blah, blah, blah. I totally get that everyone was well-intentioned. I understood that, but it hurt nonetheless. That wasn’t what I was looking for. I wasn’t looking for a solution. I wanted support. I was looking for some indication that I was not alone. Some validation that what I was feeling was normal, that other women felt the same way, and that this journey of motherhood isn’t a collection of constant, amazing moments like we think it’s supposed to be.