Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Day 9: Living Room & Hurtful Comments


We made a lot of progress on the house Friday and Saturday, so Eric decided he'd help me rearrange our living room on Sunday. I have been brainstorming ideas for the new layout for the past few weeks, but I can't move anything myself and I wanted to be sure of how I wanted it. We had to make room for a baby swing, and I had no idea where I was going to put the Christmas tree when time comes. I did not like where it was last year. 

The results are much more cozy. There is a spot for everything. I can see bringing baby home and snuggling in this living room. Funny how we picture things like that. 

For lunch we usually go to one of Eric's grandparent's houses on Sundays. They cook every Sunday. Isn't that incredible? I just love that. Anyway, we took a break from rearranging to go eat. I was feeling awesome about everything - the house, the living room, the baby. The kids were being good that day. And then Eric's aunt has to bring me down. 

She asked me how I was feeling. That was nice. Then she proceeded to say about every hurtful thing that you can say to a pregnant woman besides downright calling me fat. She said I looked swollen and miserable. That she was sure I wasn't going to make it 8 more weeks. I said said, "yes, I will. I'm the same size as I was with the other kids." She said that the baby was going to be awfully big then. I said, "No, I don't think so." She just kept going, sinking herself deeper and deeper. 

I know she's been around pregnant people before. I can't imagine they all looked the same or that they all were teeny tiny at 8 months. If it weren't for my good mood that morning I would have either cried or hit her. But I took it well, finished lunch and excused us so we could go back home and work on the living room. 

 I'm over people thinking that all pregnant people look the same or whatever it is that they think. Whatever it is, they should keep it too themselves. I appreciate honesty, most of the time. In my current hormonal state, I'd rather be lied to if you really think I look horrible.

Well, my new living room is exciting.

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