Where’s the Baby

In conversations with my mother about wedding vendors, wedding colors, wedding details and anything wedding she inevitably slips in a comment about when the baby is coming. Any time I call and say I have news, something great happened or if I am just generally happy overall she automatically says “Your Pregnant?” in a hopeful joyous voice. It makes me giggle when I think of it because she so obviously is hoping for another grandchild. Generally mothers would hope to have their children safely wed before they got pregnant, but my mom is all for her daughter to walk down the isle in her white dress swollen and waddling toward her groom, who unfortunately is drunk because that is the only way he can manage the pain that his pregnant wife is inflicting on him. When I do decide to populate the entire world with my uterus she will be the second to know. And I am almost looking forward to telling her than finding out myself that I am pregnant. Almost because I am not sure who will be MORE excited her or I.