Current state of affairs

My brain has been kinda mushy lately. It seems like lately I don't have much energy for introspection or even finishing complex thoughts or conversations with myself. More than anything, I'm trying to figure out how my mom managed to raise the 3 of us, work from 8-4 (more like 6:30-5 with the commute), make meals from scratch EVERY DAY, keep the house spotlessly clean, earn extra cash by supplying area restaurants and stores with my grandfathers famous Chorizo, keep us in check, and still find time to hand wash our whites. I'm exhausted just WRITING about it.

I'm appreciating her more and more each day.

Like 10,000 of his babies and a public apology

So here is the thing. I LOVE everything that has to do with being a mom. Even though the initial shock and anxiety was overwhelming at times, I loved being pregnant. I loved the cravings, the tiredness, the vomiting before important meetings...yes even that. I loved feeling Aimee kick, I loved feeling her hiccup in the womb, seeing her on the ultrasound, and feeling her little body squirm inside my belly. I loved going in to labor, being in labor, hearing her cry for the first time, and seeing her little round face. I love the way Stephanie and Yoli treat her, the way my mom and Brian's parents look at her, and how my dad cries whenever he talks about her. I love breastfeeding, burping her, and smelling her stinky diapers.

Now I know why people have large families.

ps. I'd like to issue a public apology to my inlaws. Brian and I forgot (actually Brian forgot, I never knew) my inlaw's 35th anniversary. Yes. I feel like a piece of crap daughter-in-law. They are so overwhelmingly generous with us. They call us regularly to see how we are doing, bring us gifts, buy us dinner, and stock our freezer with specialty meats from Johnny G The Butcher every time they come over. We didn't even get them a card. This just confirms that the love of a parent is like no other. Even after your kid stomps all over your feelings, you still love them.