Monday, February 18, 2008
The Things We Do For Love
So my Mom and I happened to be in the same city this weekend. She was generous enough to take me shopping to buy the worst clothes in the feminine world - maternity clothes. It was reassuring to know that Mom hated being pregnant as much as I do. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love children. I want children. I was a nanny for years and years. But there is nothing wonderful about gaining 25lbs and growing a human in your body. It's fucking weird. And when it's all done growing, you have to work that sucker out of your body and hope you don't die or give up during the process. And I get all these young Mom's saying, "Don't you just love being pregnant? I just loved being pregnant." Well, I'm glad that we are all wired so differently that some ladies get their kicks out of this but I'm sticking with a big hell no, I really don't like it. Bring on July and bring it fast!
So, thank you Mom for keepin' it real and telling me that she hated growing me and my brother too. And thank you Mom for coaching me through the worst shopping spree of my life.