...that you not freak out every single time that I mention I am feeling nauseous, uncomfortable, or a little tiered. You always ask me, "WHY? WHAT'S WRONG?" in a panicked voice and then get mad at me when I calmly answer, "I'm pregnant."
I'm probably a little off my game when it comes to managing my sometimes frustrating and difficult relationship with my mother. I fall for the bait every time she asks me how things are going, or asks why I sound off, or how is your morning going. I should just say fine and leave it at that. But dang, when you've just spent 2 hours gagging while changing diapers and cooking breakfast for hungry kids or it's late afternoon after a full day and you're laying down to rest when the phone rings it's hard not to admit how you're really feeling when asked.
I really hope when my daughters grow up and have babies I will not have completely blocked out everything I know about all things maternal the way my mom has.