That feeling fades. Shit gets real.
The pressure hits. You start feeling angry. You don't like it but it's there.
Your reality isn't your husband's reality. Life isn't fair. You may even feel alone.
You may even find yourself being someone that isn't you. You husband might tell you that you need some meds because you are turning into a B. You don't want to be that person. You just find yourself being angry because you feel alone or anxious or scared.
I was mean to my husband at times. Down-right mean. That isn't me. I was jealous that he was so laid back and I was feeling so high strung. I was jealous that he was getting to sleep through the night. I was mad because I wanted everything to be perfect and he was okay with a messy house. I felt fat and ugly. I felt all this stress on me and I was taking it out on him.
The good news-it gets better. As you get into a routine and your baby starts sleeping through the night things do get better. You start going out into the world again. It is such a better place to be than the new baby high and the anger zone-it is comfortable-it is home.