Mommy Dearest

First let me preface by saying, that although I do love my mother so very much (I mean, she did bring me into this world), I still don't think she has a right to say and act a certain way. We're all human beings whom can control our tongues, are we not? (Well some of us may not).

Wednesday night-me and my man have HUGE news to report, so we drive over to my parents house, to tell them that they will be grandparents for the 6th time (this is our first, I have 2 older brothers, so you can close your mouth now. Yeah right, like I would have 6 kids!). My mother is not home at this time, so naturally being excited first-time parents, we immediately tell my father.
Me: "Dad, we're going to have a Cubican baby" (that's Cuban-me + Mexican-my man).
Dad: "Oh wow! That's so cool. My baby is having a baby!"
This is an example of a natural reaction from a loving parent, wouldn't you say?

So, we hand him the picture and he's asking us questions and just loving this moment. Then, in walked Mommy Dearest.
Now, we knew that selling her would be a more difficult story-after all me and my man are not married, but are engaged and planning on getting married. That should be enough-I mean come on, do you really need a piece of paper?

Me: "Hey mom, so how was work."
Mom: "Good."
Me: "So, how would you feel about sharing a birthday with a grandchild."
Mom: "Well, I don't have a grandchild born in November."
Me: "Well, you might now."
Mom: "Wow (not enthusiastic), I thought you might be pregnant."
Me: "Really? Why is that?"
Mom: "Because of all of your sinus infections, same thing happened to me."
So far so good, no anxiety attack, no screaming, no cursing us to hell.
Mom: "Well you better watch what you eat and don't get fat. I've noticed you've been eating more carbs lately."
My man: "I'm sorry, but I'd rather not have an underweight child, thanks."

I mean...how do I respond to that? Oh, yeah this was how.
About an hour later.

Me: "Mom, you know I love you, but what you said was not appropriate and to be honest with you, you're sick in the head."
Mom: "Oh, you're just being sensitive."

Hmmm....well if I was being sensitive, could it have anything to do with the fact that my body has more hormones than a Junior Varsity football team? Or maybe it's because I am her only girl and the baby and although I wasn't expecting open arms, being a little supportive would have been nice.

Me: "Well, I'm sorry if you think I'm being sensitive, but you're being insensitive and I think you have some things going on that you may want to seek professional help for. Have a good night."

A few days later she confessed to my brother that maybe what she said wasn't a good idea. BRILLIANT!

Anyway, all is better, because she has other things to occupy her for a while. Can't wait until I start showing, then she can really lay into me for "looking fat".

Oh mommy dearest...PS if I ever become like her, I think I'll just check myself into the ward right now :)

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