What She Wore: black gauchos, black leather boots, bright green turtleneck.
Why is my mother making me crazy? Well, I should say that she is not alone–virtually anyone who tells me how to run my life annoys me–and these days, everyone has an opinion.
First, she DEMANDS to know my baby name choices, which I am keeping under wraps. After I share my choices, she proceeds to act as if I’m shooting her with a poison dart gun. I’m not suggesting that I name my child anything that crazy–but she wants something "popular" and "recognizable." She doesn’t want me to embarass her in front of her friends. It’s also caused her to say some pretty ugly things about my married name–things she’s managed to keep down, but now the gloves come off! She’s even said that she WILL NOT call the child one of the names I’m considering. She’s going to give it a nickname. I’m not handling this well! Can’t she just respect my decisions? I’m not trying to join the circus or a cult, or drop out of high school to marry a pot head–I’m just picking a name for my child!!! Aghhhhh!
And then I told her I was considering natural child birth. I’ve known a couple of people who’ve done it and lived to tell the tale, so I thought I’d keep the option on the table. She went nuts. How could I consider such a thing? Seriously. I’m not saying that I’m going to kill myself giving birth–I’m just not going to demand an epidural until I feel the labor pains and decide I can’t handle it. I’m not deciding in advance. You’d think I was saying things just to hurt her.
I should be fair. I love my mother–she’s just really opinionated and sometimes runs over people–which is weird because she’s really soft spoken. She just doesn’t take no for an answer. I just have trouble imagining a lifetime of these kinds of decisions.
PS: I told her that if she won’t call my baby by it’s name then I would just have the baby call her MawMaw–she hates that name!
I’m trying to get around and visit everyone, but it’s going very slow! I’ll be by, though.