argh. i could kill my mother today.
she asks how i’m feeling.

“Feeling okay. kind of frustrated that i don’t really look pregnant. just fat.”
silence.
“You looked pregnant the last time i saw you.”
“Yeah, that was a month ago, and i really didn’t look pregnant then either, just chubby. and i look about the same. Maternity clothes look silly. and my regular clothes look tight.”
“You should be wearing maternity.”
“But it drowns me. it looks like i’m wearing someone else’s clothes.”
“But you are pregnant. it doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t matter how i look? i should just wear them, even though they don’t fit?”
“I’m sure they fit.”
“I’m telling you that they don’t”
“But you are pregnant.”
“Okay, mom, i’m not going to argue with you. and i’m not complaining. i’m just saying. i’m wearing the same three things over and over.”
“So, fine. wear them.”

yeah. that’s my mom. in a nutshell.