My mom is here this week to help care for Diya. And don't get me wrong, it's great to have her here while Diya is still in her cast. But as always, it can be a bit of a mixed bag as well. My favorite moment thus far? On Sat, after she'd arrived, she made a comment about how I looked even thinner now than before I was pregnant. It's true, I do weigh a couple pounds less. So I said, yes, I probably have, but man, I can't seem to lose this pregnant belly. So I don't know where the weight is coming off from exactly. And she made a comment about how, yeah, that can take some time, blah blah blah. A typical conversation would have ended there.
But a conversation with my mother included a followup. Later in the day, she happened to see my belly while I was sitting on the couch pumping. And I'm not being self deprecating or anything. I really do still have a baby bump. I manage to hide it with clothes but there's no question that it's there. If I were a celebrity, I'd be all over the cover of US magaize with a baby bump question mark plasted all over my middle. So my mom looks at it, does a bit of a double take, and then starts RUBBING IT, going, "oh, is this what you meant by a big belly." And said something else like, wow, it is a big belly. The comments alone would have been sufficient, but who am I, Buddha?
Um, thanks? And yah, definitely thanks for feeling me up. Love that. It's like when I first had the baby and started nursing. I swear, she'd start feeling up my boobs, to - well, I'm not sure what exactly. To determine if I was full? To see if I had milk-producing boobs? To somehow feel like she was helping my milk come out??
I told this story to my co-worker yesterday and she started cracking up (which had been mostly my reaction when it was happening, but I'm not crazy, right? It's weird?). And my co-worker mentioned how she's reading Tina Fey's book at the moment, and there's an anecdote in there about her going bra shopping with her mother and her mom making her try on bras at the store with her shirt on, just out in public instead of using the dressing rooms. Or something like that. And how it had been mortifying at the time, but now, as a mom, she (as in Tina Fey) sort of gets it because you spend so much time pulling boogers out of their noses that this kind of thing becomes 2nd nature. I mean, what's a little feel up when you've been pulling boogers out of their noses and wiping the poop off their butts for years? I'm probably totally misrepresenting the actual anectode. But the point I think was that maybe it's easy for parents to forget boundaries because when their children are little, there are none really.
So of course, now I remember my mom feeling me up trying to guage my bra size when I was a teenager and her doing it with my little brother in tow. And then am realizing there's really no point to this story other than just sharing it, and I should have just stopped with the story instead of trying to analyze it. But OMG, will I do this sort of thing to my children too?
But a conversation with my mother included a followup. Later in the day, she happened to see my belly while I was sitting on the couch pumping. And I'm not being self deprecating or anything. I really do still have a baby bump. I manage to hide it with clothes but there's no question that it's there. If I were a celebrity, I'd be all over the cover of US magaize with a baby bump question mark plasted all over my middle. So my mom looks at it, does a bit of a double take, and then starts RUBBING IT, going, "oh, is this what you meant by a big belly." And said something else like, wow, it is a big belly. The comments alone would have been sufficient, but who am I, Buddha?
Um, thanks? And yah, definitely thanks for feeling me up. Love that. It's like when I first had the baby and started nursing. I swear, she'd start feeling up my boobs, to - well, I'm not sure what exactly. To determine if I was full? To see if I had milk-producing boobs? To somehow feel like she was helping my milk come out??
I told this story to my co-worker yesterday and she started cracking up (which had been mostly my reaction when it was happening, but I'm not crazy, right? It's weird?). And my co-worker mentioned how she's reading Tina Fey's book at the moment, and there's an anecdote in there about her going bra shopping with her mother and her mom making her try on bras at the store with her shirt on, just out in public instead of using the dressing rooms. Or something like that. And how it had been mortifying at the time, but now, as a mom, she (as in Tina Fey) sort of gets it because you spend so much time pulling boogers out of their noses that this kind of thing becomes 2nd nature. I mean, what's a little feel up when you've been pulling boogers out of their noses and wiping the poop off their butts for years? I'm probably totally misrepresenting the actual anectode. But the point I think was that maybe it's easy for parents to forget boundaries because when their children are little, there are none really.
So of course, now I remember my mom feeling me up trying to guage my bra size when I was a teenager and her doing it with my little brother in tow. And then am realizing there's really no point to this story other than just sharing it, and I should have just stopped with the story instead of trying to analyze it. But OMG, will I do this sort of thing to my children too?
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