As I've said before, my mommydom involves make-up and the goal of showering everyday. I'm not saying as a new mom that this is easy, or that it happens everyday. It's just a goal, and like all others, some days I score, and some days the ball hits the goal post and bounces out.
It is (unfortunately) true that when you are pregnant, everyone you encounter seems to have turned off the sensor button that lies in the frontal region of the brain and connects directly to the voice box. Now, if you are Chinese - especially if you are not an ABC (that's American Born Chinese for all you non-Asians) - this phenomenon is really just a state of how you are, that button is like a blinking exit sign. It flickers constantly and usually turns off just when you need it the most. It is not a personal thing that every waitperson at a Chinese restaurant seems rude to the western populous - they are rude, they just don't consider it such. You can't take it personally.
I love hearing the horrifying hysterical mommy stories. Inspired by my friend The Crazy Baby Mama and her post today (love it!), here are my own personal favorites.
About a year before I got pregnant, when W and I were just "working on it", I had lunch with my mom and grandmother and some distant aunts, not related by blood (not that it matters, they're still Chinese). Now, these are aunts of my cousin's, and they are notorious for having no filters whatsoever. As we all stood in the parking garage saying our good-byes, one of them turned to me, gestured at my stomach and asked,
"Are you pregnant, or just gaining?"
Struck with disbelief, I grimaced/smiled and said, "No, just gaining!"
My grandmother turned 100 this year. To celebrate, our family threw an 11-course Chinese banquet for 200 people at Empress Harbor Seafood Restaurant (all celebratory Chinese banquets that are anything in LA are thrown here). CJ was exactly 4 weeks old, and as we walked through the doors of the restaurant, W carrying CJ in his car seat, we ran into my Aunt N, standing with her two grown sons. She exclaimed and cooed at the baby, then turned to me and said, "Oh! You're working on a second one already!"
I grimaced/smiled again and said, "No, just hanging onto stuff from the first!" 4 WEEKS PEOPLE!! PAY ATTENTION!!
But my favorite story is not mine, it is my friend G's, and I hope she forgives me for sharing it here with the blogosphere. G is not someone who ever thought she wanted to have a child, much less be pregnant in her early 40's. She will tell you upfront that before her daughter, it was all about the G Show.
After 12 hours of labor and the excruciating back and forth of epidural-pitosin-epidural-pitosin, Baby Z came into the world and G was exhausted. Two days later, on their final walk out of the hospital, Baby-Daddy B was carrying Baby Z in the car seat as they stepped into the elevator with a young, 20-something Barbie blonde with a 12" waist.
As G said, you could tell the baby was fresh. They were leaving the hospital, Baby Z was bundled with her eyes closed, probably still looking a little purple and tired from her recent expulsion into the world of light and noise. The stunningly brilliant Barbie blonde smiled at the baby and said,
"Oh look! A little one and another on the way!"
G bit down until she bled and didn't say what she wanted (really, a first for G). She also claims she would have kicked some Barbie ass in the elevator, if her own wasn't still throbbing. What she wanted to say is what all we past, current, and future momma's want to say, and its not hormones talking here. And I say this with a smile because I love this story, but seriously people!
Just say she's cute and move the fuck on.
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