I don’t know how I overlooked writing about this; the irony is too much to bear.
First, some background information. Since the beginning of time, my mom’s been an absolute riot; sometimes she comes up with the craziest things. One of the things she’s been telling me forever comes when we don’t talk for a few days. On these occasions, the first thing she’ll always say is, “I know why you haven’t called me. You must be pregnant.” I’m used to it, as she’s probably said it over 100 times.
So, the story. Of course, I found out on the morning of 9/9/08 that we’re expecting. I hadn’t talked to my mom for 4 or 5 days, so when she called me that afternoon, I knew what she’d say. Upon answering the phone, sure enough, she said it. No big deal, right?
Wrong! She then proceeds to say that her motherly instinct will kick in and she truly believes she’ll know when I’m pregnant. I asked her how, and she said she just will. Um, hello!? Tell me she didn’t know! I just found out myself like 9 hours ago!
Creepy, mom. Real creepy.