Pasta

I’m pregnant with my third baby.

When we spoke the other day you were insistent: “Are you eating enough pasta? It’s good for the baby.”

I tried to explain that pasta probably wasn’t the best thing I could be eating, out of all of the things… but the pasta discussion continued.

“The baby needs pasta. It needs carbs to be strong.” you said.

Reluctantly I gave up and agreed: “Yes,” I lied, “I’m eating lots of pasta.”

Happy with this, you changed the topic.

Sometimes, I need to learn to keep my mouth shut and just agree with you.

a family gathering

We had a family get together yesterday for all the birthdays we have in May: mine, Gramps, my step sister and my step dad. Emily and her partner bought me a birthday present while they were in Bali and gave it to me yesterday. It was a small box covered in floral material. Inside was a selection of tiny perfumed bottles – the ones you have around the house with the smelly sticks sitting inside to refresh the air. Only this present was minus the sticks that go inside the little bottles. It made me smile, though I’m not sure now what to do with it. As I mentioned before I have trouble letting go of the trinkets you collect for me. So I’ll just say thank you.

This particular family occasion was exciting as one of our (many) Aunties was announcing her pregnancy. It wasn’t until later in the night that it came out that Emily (who had been answering the door all afternoon) had been telling people almost before they stepped foot in the door, and the majority of the family had to feign surprise when they were told a few moments later.

We laughed. Although, when you did this same thing to me the day I was announcing my first pregnancy a number of years ago, I was really pissed off.