It's like this.
At first, you're going to have a baby. Great. It's like you know that you're going to go to a great restaurant that you've never been to before. You read the menu, you look at the pictures on Yelp and shit. Looks awesome, here's how it'll be, here's what I'll order. It'll be like this and that, etc. Then you're woken up at two in the morning and you're told that we're going to the restaurant RIGHT NOW and oh shit, let me just throw on some shoes. You go to the restaurant, open the door, and you instantly black out. Just out cold.
You wake up in the morning and you're floating on a piece of wood in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. You have no idea where the hell you are. You thought that you were going to a restaurant. Now what? You're a stranger here. You have to learn to live in a totally new way. You have to rethink how you approach food, transportation, money, everything. You have to rethink how you just move around, how you walk, talk, etc. It's all new rules because you're surrounded by water on every side.
And it's hard at first because you never lived this way. But time goes by and you learn to swim. You learn how to exist in this way and what was totally alien and shocking becomes just the way that you are with your child. It becomes your new way of life over time. It's still a challenge because you didn't live this way for so long and new things still constantly pop up like sea hazards and jetski bandits and such but you adapt more and more quickly. You keep going at it and you grow gills and you adapt and you get to live in this new way, with this new person, in a life that is riskier and has a much different character. You get stable but you're still on the water, every day.
And so, are you willing to do that? If yes, go for it. If not, do the dog shelter thing.
