My mom will not stop talking about how big my belly is, how that must mean that the baby will be born before christmas (which would mean a premature baby) or I must not know my dates properly, and how I have to be careful not to have a fat baby, because a fat baby will "be fat for life" or I'm going to have to have a c-section because "you can't possibly have a baby over 9 lbs naturally". Or she'll say something like "wow you're really waddling today, I bet you can't get that baby out soon enough!" as if I would prefer a premature baby to some occasionally hip stiffness when I'm walking. If I eat anything with fat in it - butter a piece of bread, or anything - she has to mention how eating lots of fat might be good for baby's brain development, but that I don't want the baby's head to be too big - as if brain development and head size were in any way correlated.
it. never. ends. I know she means well but it absolutely drives me crazy.
I mean, I measured ahead at my last appointment, but I don't actually think my midwives measured me properly, because only now, a month later do I feel my fundus being where they thought it was last time. At any rate, it drives me nuts, and if I ever say anything to my mother about it, she gets incredibly hurt and defensive, so I just try to ignore her. sometimes it's easier than others.