I'm a moron
Posted
Monday, February 25, 2008 11:01 AM
We went to dinner with my mom for her birthday this weekend. While there I had to hear all about how my parenting plans are retarded (yes, my sister and mother seem to think they can tell me I will or won't do certain things because they've been parents and they know everything)...for example...
1. I want to make my own baby food. They said no way is that possible.
2. I don't plan on taking my baby to the grocery store when I go once every week. I'll be working full time anyway so I'd only be shopping after work, and my husband will be home too...so logically why would I drag out the baby when he can clearly stay home with him/her. They said what if I'm missing an ingredient and HAVE to make a stop with the baby, what if Chris changes his mind and doesn't want to stay home with the baby. Yeah, they said this isn't possible either.
3. I want organic sheets, blankets, and towels. I feel it's better for the environment and better for the baby's skin. My sister told me that is a stupid idea.
After all of this René-bashing, my mom has the nerve to tell me, "I think you need to start acting a little more excited about this pregnancy." I asked her why (seriously, pregnancy has not been kind to me so far, so I really don't see why I have to be going on and on about how wonderful an experience it is), and my mom said, "For Chris's sake, I think you really should act more excited." Oh dear lord. My husband said I can feel however I want to feel. He doesn't expect me to be someone I'm not, to fake feeling a certain way. My family...geez. And this is also after my mom sees me when we got to the restaurant and said, "Wow," as she stared at my stomach, "and you're not even 4 months yet!!!"
But that's not why I'm a moron. I'm a moron because I went to the bathroom after dinner, and on the way back, people waiting in the front lobby for an available table were staring at my stomach. Lots of people as I passed them were totally checking it out. So I get back to the table and start to tell my family that I guess I'm at the stage where people can clearly see I'm pregnant, but I'm first interrupted by mom, sister, and husband asking me what's on my shirt. Yeah, I totally had leaned against the sink in the bathroom and had a huge water line all across my belly. Ah, so that's why everyone was staring at my stomach. Yup, a moron.