Truth and Consequences

Last night I was up at my other alma mater for a panel discussion on how to make a living while also finding time to write. I was, for the record, the only person on the panel who didn't end all of my sentences with the phrase "it pretty much sucks." There were a few people I knew on the panel, and we chatted and caught up a bit about what we'd been up to since school, and then someone asked me what I was working on now, writing-wise.
"I had a baby recently," I said. "So I'm working on a pregnancy memoir type thing."
"Oh," she said. "So how's motherhood?"
I shrugged. "It's okay."
Pause.
"It's hard sometimes."
I stared at the table in front of us.
"I don't really like babies," I added, as though that would explain everything.
Long awkward pause.
"I guess I should have a better answer for that question," I mumbled.
"No, it's good," she said. "I like that you didn't say, oh, it's the greatest thing that ever happened to me, I totally love it."
"Really?" I said.
"Sure," she smiled. "Then I would have known you were lying."