I don’t like to be touched, or messed with. The husband knows that if he so much as gives me a hug at the wrong moment, he’s likely to get his head bitten off.
Last week, when the mother in law was over, she would not stop prodding the bump. “Is he in there?” she asked. Well of course, because he’s an unborn baby, where else would he be.? All I could think was move away from the bump. Because I haven’t asked you to poke and prod me, I haven’t invited you in to my personal space. You’re just assuming that because it’s you’re grandchild in there, it’s perfectly ok for you to take control of my belly and treat it as your own. Without even asking me if I mind. I am not just a baby carrying machine here, I’m a person as well. In fact, I’m a person first and foremost, and you should respect that. To get to the baby you have to bypass me, and it’s nice if you show that you care enough about the person to gain their permission, instead of only caring about the baby inside.
So I asked the husband to have a word with her.
Perhaps if she’d asked if I minded in the first place…
Like Thursday. R asked if she could touch the bump and I let her, because I’m kind enough to realise that people do get excited when it comes to babies. I had to laugh and tease her. If I hadn’t seen her touching the bump I wouldn’t have known she’d done it she was so gentle. But that’s all ok. Because she asked first. She respected the fact that I may not want her touching the bump unannounced.
Yesterday we headed up to the mother in law’s. We stopped on the way because I just can’t hold my pee these days, and when I got back to the car, the husband had spoken to the sister in law. He had a message: “tell Lumpy he’d better not stop kicking because sister in law wants to feel it.”
“You didn’t speak to your mum, did you?” I asked him, knowing full well that he wouldn’t have. Because if he had, she would’ve bitched to the sister in law, and perhaps that comment wouldn’t have been made.
When we got there, the sister in law poked and prodded and I was a good girl. I gritted my teeth and kept quiet, making an escape as soon as I could. But, when she started doing it again I had to get out of there quick before I said something everyone else would regret. Because you know you don’t mess with the pregnant woman.
So I left the room and I did what any normal blogger does. I tweeted my unhappiness. Because that’s what you do right.
But the husband seems to think I’ve sparked some major international incident that will require the skills of Obama and his ilk to resolve, all because my tweets feed directly to Facebook and his family might see it.
I think they were all lucky that I was too tired to do anything more than tweet.
meh, tactless way to find out, possibly but um, if they are miffed then aren’t they missing the point which is please ask for permisson before poking me so hard I have to pee. Again.
xc
.-= Mrs Hojo said Laurance Winery =-.
Glowstars Reply:
October 13th, 2009 at 10:12
In my defence, I always forget my twitter feed links to my status – it was unfortunate that the first time she’d appeared on FB in ages was to see that one.
I wish it was something Obama could defuse… that’s mother and sis you’re talking about…
I really don’t mind you twitting and blogging your mind on whatever…
but your poor choice in words in this case has costed me dearly today…
I am now in the middle of the crossed fired… once again…
Way to start a week that should be great… :/
.-= urbanvox said The One About My Newfound Freedom =-.
LOL if they read it they’ll get over it and maybe they’ll stop poking you!
.-= Lindy said Sneak Peek! =-.
Glowstars Reply:
October 13th, 2009 at 10:15
Unfortunately the SIL did. She took me saying “Because if he had, she would’ve bitched to the sister in law, and perhaps that comment wouldn’t have been made” to mean I was calling her a bitch. And it just gets worse from there.