Like all good ideas, this one was born while drinking at a 40th birthday party.

Lots of mums there — some very fresh — talking about sleep deprivation and asking if it gets better.

I said, “Ah… you’re still in what I like to call my hundred days of darkness.”

At that — and the stories that followed — we laughed until we cried. All the while, I wasn’t entirely sure if I should be that blunt with people I’d only just met. Especially the pregnant women still imagining serene water births and peaceful bedtime routines.

But the honesty of it — the absurdity, the chaos — seemed to land.

Everyone had their own version of the story.

And somewhere in the middle of that conversation, it dawned on me:

I need to write this down.

I’d always fancied the idea of writing a book. I just never knew what to say.

But this… this was easy. I lived it.

So I started writing. Night after night. Sometimes laughing to myself. Sometimes crying.

Because I suppose it all needed somewhere to go — the absurdity, the chaos, the identity shift that comes with becoming a mother.

But something else happens when we say these things out loud.

The messy, ridiculous truths of early motherhood.

We recognise them in each other.

And suddenly, we don’t feel quite so alone.

So here’s to mums-to-be, mums still in the trenches, and those of us who’ve made it out the other side.

Because even when motherhood is normal — it still turns your world upside down.

It’s kinda wild.