Being Grandma Liza
I'm going to be a grandmother.
Sam is expecting in May.
I wasn't sure at first how I felt about this. I haven't finished raising my youngest two kids yet and now I'm becoming a grandma. Aren't you supposed to get some in-between time in order to miss having kids around the place?
But, I'm warming to the idea.
Dave and I have chosen a knitting project to complete before Baby arrives. What? You don't have a bunting set jointly knitted by your grandparents? What kind of a deprived childhood did you have?
And, as Sam's belly gets bigger, I am appreciating this Grandma gig more and more. Soon there will be a baby around for me to play with and hang out with, but I don't have to change the kid's diaper or wake up in the night to feed the little darling. And soon there will be a baby and I got to stay the same size during the whole process. Staying the same size is a relatively new experience for me. For years, I routinely ballooned in weight and shape, back and forth, with a few pounds permanently added each time. Most women have "the nice clothes" and "the fat clothes" in their closets, the fat clothes being for those times when the nice clothes are a little tight.
I had: the nice clothes, the fat clothes, the early pregnancy clothes, the late pregnancy clothes, the postpartum clothes, the nursing mom clothes and the I'm almost back to my pre-pregnancy weight except for those last damned 5 pounds clothes. This is why I have an inordinate amount of shoes, bags, watches and earrings. They always fit. (Also, I hate to mention this because it shows my age, but I also have more shawls than Stevie Nicks.)
So, I'm glad I'm not pregnant. It's bad for my closet.
And I never really liked being pregnant. It was uncomfortable and I never slept well. But why did you do it six times then, you ask? I did it for the end result. I like kids. But, if I could have ordered them on amazon.com, I would have.
And not only that, but I got in some practice today on the tram. Tori was chatting with an older gentleman about this and that and the man mentioned something I had said and referred to me as "your grandmother" to Tori.
Crap.
I'll be off now to the store to buy some hair coloring. Not for any particular reason, you know, just because I'm looking for a change.
Sam is expecting in May.
I wasn't sure at first how I felt about this. I haven't finished raising my youngest two kids yet and now I'm becoming a grandma. Aren't you supposed to get some in-between time in order to miss having kids around the place?
But, I'm warming to the idea.
Dave and I have chosen a knitting project to complete before Baby arrives. What? You don't have a bunting set jointly knitted by your grandparents? What kind of a deprived childhood did you have?
And, as Sam's belly gets bigger, I am appreciating this Grandma gig more and more. Soon there will be a baby around for me to play with and hang out with, but I don't have to change the kid's diaper or wake up in the night to feed the little darling. And soon there will be a baby and I got to stay the same size during the whole process. Staying the same size is a relatively new experience for me. For years, I routinely ballooned in weight and shape, back and forth, with a few pounds permanently added each time. Most women have "the nice clothes" and "the fat clothes" in their closets, the fat clothes being for those times when the nice clothes are a little tight.
I had: the nice clothes, the fat clothes, the early pregnancy clothes, the late pregnancy clothes, the postpartum clothes, the nursing mom clothes and the I'm almost back to my pre-pregnancy weight except for those last damned 5 pounds clothes. This is why I have an inordinate amount of shoes, bags, watches and earrings. They always fit. (Also, I hate to mention this because it shows my age, but I also have more shawls than Stevie Nicks.)
So, I'm glad I'm not pregnant. It's bad for my closet.
And I never really liked being pregnant. It was uncomfortable and I never slept well. But why did you do it six times then, you ask? I did it for the end result. I like kids. But, if I could have ordered them on amazon.com, I would have.
And not only that, but I got in some practice today on the tram. Tori was chatting with an older gentleman about this and that and the man mentioned something I had said and referred to me as "your grandmother" to Tori.
Crap.
I'll be off now to the store to buy some hair coloring. Not for any particular reason, you know, just because I'm looking for a change.