My grandmother says to me, "3 and a half months? Wow. You're doing really well. I was huge by then. You're doing a great job keeping the weight off."
I was thinking...."WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???" I was nice, though and asked what she meant by "keeping the weight off" and she replied that since I was only looking 'a little pregnant' I must be watching my diet well.
Unbelievable. She thinks I'm TRYING to stay small??? Heck, I eat like a goat, errrr, a whale, errr....I eat a lot. I eat healthy foods with a good mix of meats, fats, nuts, veggies, etc., etc. If I haven't gained a lot of weight, it's not for lack of eating. Sheesh. She's really showing her generational beliefs.
She also wanted to know if the midwives would measure my pelvis to see how big of a baby I could have. She said, "You know, some women can have 8 lb babies, some women can only have 6 lb babies, but some women can have 9 lb babies. You need to know how big your baby can be."
All the things she says, they just amaze me.
I swear, nothing normal has come out of her mouth yet. Nothing.
About a week after I told her I was pregnant, she chastised me, saying, "You know, when you tell people that soon, they sure have a long time to wait before anything happens."
Then, she wanted to know how the midwives would tell my due date. I said they'd use a chart, like I already did. She said doctors have a better way, one that's right within a day or two.
Then she admitted it didn't really matter and the babe would come when it comes. Finally...some sense.
I've been handling it as well as I can, being nice MOST of the time, and only a little difficult when I wasn't being good. Eh. She and I have never seen eye to eye anyway. All of our conversations are
(Sorry for writing a book, Ladies!)