I have recently started a new affair with Jack-in-the-Box Grilled Chicken Clubs. OMG! So good. I get them without cheese or mayo but they are simply to die for. I really was not digging chicken these first couple of months but now I am down. But I will still eat Lion's Choice everyday if I could. Maybe I could switch it up with Jack-in-the-Box one day and Lion's Choice the next.
I feel like I am going to explode out of my drawers! I have a Bella Band on today and I hate it. I have come to my 'simply impossible to be comfortable unless you are wearing yoga pants and a huge tee' stage. I did go to the bathroom earlier and only then was I able to button and clasp my pants! But it was pretty pointless because then my fat gets shoved above the waist of my pants and I then look like a backwards camel with 2 humps up front. If only I could shove it all in my bra!
My SIL and my mother told me I look pregnant. Great...All I need now is to have my MIL insist I am getting fat and then life will be officially miserable. My BIL assured me that I am 'still pretty stretched out' so he is not surprised. Thanks. As if I don't have enough image problems.
We had birthday party for Baboo this weekend and it was sucessful. Only a few nasty comments from the MIL but other than that it was nice. I just wanted to share one of her comments.
Scene: The Idiot and I are standing at the concession stand at our local bowling alley to turn in the kiddos drink orders and MIL shuffles up.
MIL:" So how much does this all cost?"
Me: " Why does it matter? You can't buy it on clearance at Costco so who cares!"
The Idiot: HAHAHA
Much later to my poor unsuspecting 'rents:
MIL: "That rattle used to be The Idiot's so I gave it to them for Beebo. But I didn't buy it at Costco."
My mother was WTFing and my polite father who can't hear, asked her to repeat because of course he didn't hear (I don't see how...she has Rush Limbaugh's deafness from her painkillers addiction and yells at everyone). So she repeated it. I then had to explain to my mother what her idiot comment was about.
I just hope to hide this pregnancy from her as long as possible because she thinks she has to rub your belly as you get bigger. Like shining a bowling ball. Honestly she is the only nutcase to do that. I have to sit there and let it happen for fear The Idiot will be upset with me for not cooperating with her wants and needs (because she is the one who will be uncomfortable for 9 months and her needs are most important). She also likes to stab your baby-incubator with her kitty-litter encrusted fingers. As if it isn't uncomfortable because it's stretched taut that she has to cause you more pain by shoving her dirty long fingernail in your gut.
I am really dreading the day we tell her anything. She was so mad at me for not finding out the gender that she will be on me again this time.
A conversation last September:
MIL: How far along are you?
TI: She is 9 months.
MIL: No she is not.
TI: How far along are you?
Me: 9 months.
MIL: No you are not.
TI and BIL: You are pregnant 10 months, Mom. 40 weeks. 40 weeks is 10 months.
MIL: I don't know where you get your information from!
TI: The doctor.
MIL: Well it must be a man because you are actually pregnant 11 months.
Me: (thinking to myself WTF???? Is she really this crazy and what have I gotten myself into!)
TI: No Mom, you are wrong.
MIL: I would think I would know since I had 3 kids. (While I am standing there) She only has one and she is probably lying about anything that has to do with him. (then to me) What are you going to name that baby?
Me: I don't know we don't even know if we are having a boy or girl.
MIL: Bullshit! You know and you just won't tell me! You are probably going to name that baby Shitpot just to embarrass me!
Me: You're right! I can't name the baby something normal because I named my first Pisspot so they have to match right?
The Idiot was so upset that he actually considered calling her and telling her Shitpot was here if she wanted to visit. I made the phone call to my FIL who relayed the information. But she informed The Idiot the other day that she doesn't remember going to the hospital to see Beebo. I was thinking of convincing The Idiot that we could just pretend like we told her and then when she comes to realize it we just tell her we told her and she forgot!
I think I will just wear parkas for the duration of the summer, sit in my closet, and avoid anything that requires visiting with the out-laws.