Here's the thing: It's been quite some time since I've had a baby in this house (my baby just turned five), but I'm fairly certain that I'm still stuck in the vortex of mommy brain.
Even miles and miles from my home with a friend I've known since I was a child myself, I find that I am a mother more than almost anything else. I find that I am changed. "Who will come after me" is crystal clear in my mind. She's real. I've clipped her fingernails.