Recognize...Again!

This is from a pregnancy website. "I wish I'd known...not to let anyone else's opinions diminish my belief in what I'd decided was right for me. Remember that this is your childbirth experience, your body, and your family."

I'm so glad I have this blog to vent. I'm sure the peeps who read it do get tired of hearing about the same ole crap. I know I'm sure tired of the same ole crap happening.

My step-mother called last night. She wanted to inform us that Easter is Sunday. You're kidding me? Easter is Sunday? No! Dear Lord, I guess she thinks we live in a cave. I kinda wish we did live in a cave...then maybe she wouldn't bother us.

I made the mistake of telling her a few weeks ago that I plan on attending the Pflugerville ISD job fair on March 29. For some reason, she remembered that bit of information and inquired about it. She questioned why I wanted to go to PISD. After explaining that I've heard good things about PISD and I have been observing there, she said, "well, wouldn't you rather go to Round Rock ISD?" I again explained that I thought PISD was a better district. Besides, their job fair is the same day as PISD's and I can't attend both. It's just not possible. I have applied to RRISD though. Her next question baffled me, as we live in Leander. "Do you want to teach there because that's where Jake will go to school?" First of all, Jake isn't even born. Secondly, did she not hear anything I had said previously? Good God I swear that woman's ears don't work.

After arguing with me about where I should apply for a job, she then turns to the subject of the upcoming baby shower. My sister-in-law wanted to throw a shower for me here in town. My step-mother got wind and has taken over completely. Poor Laura has had to deal with this woman's ignorance. Apparently she thinks I don't have enough stuff on my registries. I have placed items on my registries that I think we need. If I don't think we need it, then it's not on them. I've told her several times that I'm not going to add things just to add things. I don't want people to spend a lot of money. So, again, I explain that I feel like there's plenty on the registries and I'm not adding anything new. The conversation turns to the sling. I, once again, have to explain to her that I don't want a sling. "Well, how are you going to carry your baby?" WHAT? Did you really just ask me HOW I'm going to carry my baby? Uh, with my arms, you twit! "Well, did you read something that makes you not like them?" Actually, the simple fact that she does like them makes me never want to lay eyes on one again! Me saying "I just don't like them!" wasn't good enough for her, I guess. She obviously was looking for some other answer.

I have started giving as little information as possible to this woman, or at least trying. She doesn't listen anyway or isn't happy with what I have to say, so why even waste my breath on her? I know what's coming. I've been in this never ending cycle with her for 15 years now. I know I am going to have to get ugly with her now BEFORE the baby comes. A wise man gave me some great advice yesterday. I think I will use his exact words when it comes time to put this bitch in her place..."pack a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and get the fuck outta my life!"