I'm tired of fucking apologizing!!!

My son is two weeks old, yay!!! He's happy and healthy but the last two weeks haven't been without trying times, and me wondering if I'm doing everything "right". The self doubt is real. I've been lucky to not feel the baby blues and have a supportive husband who had taken 3 weeks off to be at home... The only problem is, he's taken this time to become an expert chef and start a million projects. Don't get me wrong I love all the wonderful meals he's made these last two weeks, but when there so many dishes that he's stressed out, I wonder what's the point of all this when all I really need is a pbj?! I've got an infant attached to me and for some reason he us exceptionally fussy today, and I can't help but blame myself and my bread milk etc. so I tell my husband I don't want anymore fancy meals, I just want him to be present with the baby and I, and he calls me an asshole. And I feel bad, like I need to explain myself and continue stroking his ego. I don't think I'm out of line. I'm sleep deprived and worried about my baby, and I feel like we're coming second to cooking, and Pokemon (it's what he does on every walk) and that he's making things more complicated and messy instead of simplifying this time. He must get his guilt tripping from his mother...