I love DH more since I've seen what an amazing Daddy he is.
I get to do stuff like go to Legoland and to farms regularly. I get to play with lego and paint.
Crap at baking? Get your toddler to press the button on the mixer, then present your crap, lumpy baking as "cakes [DC] made for you with a little help from Mummy!" and everyone 'ooh's and 'ahh's at your clever toddler.
Every baby and toddler group you go to, you'll be offered biscuits.
No one outside of the DailyMail offices expects a mother to have a flat stomach, if you do, bonus, if you don't, it's a perfect excuse. (and pushing a buggy is excellent exercise)
Forgotten a bag for the supermarket? not a problem, you can fit a basket full of stuff under your buggy/in the side pockets.
Nothing beats a 2 year old saying "I luff ooo, Mummy." when you've had a crap day, and "Mummy's pretty" is the best compliment ever!
Perfect excuse to not go to any event you can't be arsed with "can't get a babysitter, sorry." or "We're not going to make it tonight, [DC] is ill."
You realise just how unimportant many things you used to worry about really are.