She proceeded to lecture me on how I need to keep them in there so they can be healthy, and I should just get a good book, prop my feet up, and relax.
Kinda sounds like the assvice she gave me when we were TTC. Yes, mother, relaxing solves everything.
I told her that my babies' combined weight was now bigger than any pregnancy she had ever experienced, and I had six more weeks to go, so that until she'd been in my shoes, she maybe shouldn't judge.
I mean, seriously, yes, of course, I want the boys in there as long as possible...is it too much to ask for a little empathy, a little I remember feeling that way or It will all be worth it. Anything but scolding.
Further solidified my resolve to NOT have her here when we first bring home the boys. She will only complicate an already stressful situation.
I'm also kind of getting sick of it at work. Everyone keeps telling me to enjoy the quiet, whenever I mention that I'm lonely with T at work and me at home so much. I wasn't complaining, I was just sharing, okay? You ask about how I'm doing, that's how I'm doing. And USUALLY I'm actually expressing gratitude that I could even BE in the office, so its not like I'm a whiner!
Ok, enough bitching. I would just much prefer empathy to their condascending, know it all b.s. So, I'm probably not going to vent anywhere but here and to DH anymore. I can't risk the letdown.
I cried about 10 times watching The Family Stone this afternoon. I don't want to give it away, if you haven't seen it, but Diane Keaton is the mom and there are these moments throughout the movie that she is an amazing mom and I was just really touched by how she handled some situations, not all, but some. And so, I cried.