Friday my mother in law called and offered to babysit for a few hours. Our choice Friday night or Saturday. We chose Saturday. Because Teagan decided to arrive early we didn’t get that last weekend we’d planned. I wanted lobster dinner. I’d been craving it, but because she decided to arrive on Thursday, instead of the following Monday, I didn’t get that dinner.
DH being the sweetheart he is, wanted to make sure I got this. Hey, I’d gone through hell and back to finally give him a child. A lobster dinner is hardly asking for much. So we went to dinner and I got a two pound lobster. (Yes, I ate most of it. I shared some with the hubby.)
It was nice to drive in the car with him and sit in the front seat. Because she’s so small I have to sit in the back and make sure her little head doesn’t bob all over the place. It was nice to get dressed up a little bit and wear “normal” clothes.
I’m excited. I’m 21 pounds LIGHTER than my pre-pregnancy weight. I lost weight my entire pregnancy and in the last two weeks dropped another 10+ pounds. I’m not complaining. Though last week we went to a family reunion picnic and this older woman asked me what number baby this made for me. I said 5. She said, “Bless you. I stopped at three.”
Well, I did too. I stopped 14 years ago because I was married to a monster and couldn’t allow him to father another child. I swore I’d never get involved or have more children…until I met my hubby and he was childless and longed for a child of his own. After three years of miscarriages, loss of a preemie I gave him a beautiful daughter. Anyway back to this woman. She then says, “So when are you due?”
I was like, “I had her a week ago, she’s over there!”
Talk about awkward. LoL I’m sure she felt bad. I didn’t get offended. Though earlier I’d said to the DH, “Damn, I look pretty good for just having a baby.”
Anyway, the same thing happened to my sister in law. She brought her daughter to the doctors for a checkup. Her daughter was one week old and a woman asked her when she was due. Really? How the heck would that even be possible?
Off to finish the edits. I will submit this book to my editor today. (IF you’re reading this R, I promise!) ;)
Happy Monday!
Congrats on the weight loss, congrats on the lobster dinner, and this just reinforces that "rule" to never ever ever make a comment about a woman's weight, due date, physical appearance!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you got your dinner! Its nice to get out for a few hours! Congrats on the baby and I'm sure you look GREAT!
ReplyDeleteYum, now I'm hungry for lobster.
ReplyDeleteI made the when-are-you-due oops once and felt so awful. When I saw the woman, she was still wearing her maternity clothes and had two kids with her. I knew she was pregnant with a third almost as soon as the second was born. But I wasn't aware she was far enough long to have given birth yet, so when I asked when the baby was due she showed me she had said newborn with her in his car seat. Apparantly, baby number two was off somewhere with dad.
I hope I didn't upset her. She wasn't big at all, I just counted the kids with her, saw the clothing she wore and thought she still had four or five months to go yet. Yeah, that was my foot-in-mouth moment of that year.
Congrats on the weight loss and the alone adult time with the hubby. Lobster was the least he could do!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on all your wonderful accomplishments. People do open their mouths and say the strangest things!
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