Momentous title, eh?
No reason for it at all, sorry.
Back in the day, before I had babies, Axel's mother would push egg, beans and chips (plus copious amounts of sliced white bread) on us when we visited.
In the end, I think we asked her to stop, because we were getting fat. But she always liked to feed us. Once we had Olivia, she pretty much stopped. Mission Grandchild accomplished.
She did a dinner today, for us and the inlaws, as we won't be having Christmas dinner together. Softest sprouts I ever ate, I have to report. Like, sprout paste. It was all good though, as I still can taste nothing with this ongoing, endless cold.
But more significant is that she usually gets me Veggie-things, but forgot this time, and felt terribly guilty about it. My status is no longer what it once was, eh?
My sister in law announced pregnancy no. 2 today. She's got horrible morning sickness this time round. Axel's mother asked me if I had it, she couldn't remember. I got a flashback to huddling on her couch, miserable, mourning, and perpetually nauseated, sharing the news of our untimely pregnancy, while she whooped and danced around the sitting room, oblivious to my bedraggled state.
I laughed, darkly, I have to admit.
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funny how we forget pregnancy details..like overwhelming nausea filled weeks...just disappear from our memories...just as well, maybe...
They haven't disappeared from my mempry, sadly!
Oh, hi screamish, nice to see you, btw. :)
You give me lessons in how to be a mother-in-law, a grandmother. And how not to be.
Family stress. Ack.
My brother is getting married, and becoming a dad. My mother is staging the wedding. (No, really staging.) It's too painful for me. She's buying this (lovely) girl a nicer dress than she bought me. And I'm her daughter. Pisses me off. And there's a whole lot of little mean things going on which make me sad. I'm staying out of it.
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