You forgot the terrible pain when you pop a stitch on your hoohaw. Cleaning yourself with a peri bottle for days because wiping isn’t an option. Not being able to laugh without peeing ever again. Oh, and that your birth plan can and will just go straight out the window the minute anyone on your birth team thinks something is minutely out of the ordinary. Oh, and even if your labor goes for 30 hours, they won’t let you eat, so good luck having the energy to push when you’re running on ice chips, essential oil smelling sticks, and anything your partner was able to sneak in.