AFTER I first found that I had been pregnant, I thought this is going to be the most blessed, beautiful, rose-petals-at-my-feet-and-bluebirds-lighting-upon-my-forearm period of my life. Then I proceeded to go for my initial prenatal visit. Which starts with a weigh-in. From comedian Anita Renfroe, currently dearest by women’s groups and YouTube audiences across America, comes this hilarious and brazenly honest take a look at motherhood and middle age. Well-known for her live show from the ‘Mom Tune,’ which barrels through about Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn You: Kids, Carbs, and the Arriving Hormonal Apocalypse everything a mother says to her kids in one day towards the tune from the ‘William Inform Overture’ (simply two moments and fifty-five mere seconds), in Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn You, Renfroe now becomes her irreverent and daringly accurate comic eyes to other feminine conditions. In chapters with titles like ‘Brother, Can You Extra an Epidural?’ and ‘Playing Favorites (Or, As a Matter of Fact, I Do Love Your Brother Even more),’ she dares to speak how many other females are thinking–but don’t say aloud. Using wit and honesty as her weaponry of choice, Renfroe stocks her deeply funny and relatable takes on everything from wedding ceremonies to mammograms to every woman’s never-ending quest for just one good picture of herself. The world is definitely a bounty of material for Renfroe; with it, she makes a feast of laughter for all of us all. Don’t state we didn’t warn you.