Nine months ago today I was as pregnant as they come, writhing in a pain in a hospital bed, in the 26th of what would be a 40 hour labour. It seems like a whole lifetime ago, and I suppose it was.
“Mom, you are so lame. This photo op is totally forced and posed and I am wearied by being dragged into your incessant self-portrait taking.
 This almost makes me feel like doing laundry.
She loves this car and cries when I remove her from it.