Oh, shoot.

So, my mom is threatening me with a surprise visit if I don't answer my phone (*blows raspberry*) [see previous rant about people ringing my doorbell].

Here's the deal (WARNING: this will become a "It's MY baby!" rant). Every recent phone conversation I've had with my mother or grandmother ended with me being pissed off. Either they'd forget that I was a seperate living breathing person who just happens to be pregnant, or they'd insinuate certain ways in which I should raise my child.

1) Yes, I am pregnant. But, chances are that I won't be giving birth tomorrow. He hasn't cooked enough. Stop harrassing me. I'll call you (maybe) when the time comes. Stop checking in on me. It's not a competition between you and the in-laws to see who gets to grab the baby first.

2) You don't have to buy me a damn thing, so don't use my lack of communication as an excuse to punish the baby. Scott and I have gotten by just honky dory the past five years. We'll buy what we need as we need it. We're not impoverished, after all. In fact, we'll just end up buying items that are more to our taste.

3) Don't tell me how to raise my son. There are very few people I'd take parenting advice from and my mother is not included in that list.

4) Don't assume I'm going to leave my son at your house to watch. Family or not, if I know your temper is as shorter than the Hulk's, I'm not dropping my youngun's off so you can beat the hell out of them.

5) Don't ask me every time you talk to me (especially if you talked to me two days ago) if I've gotten "real fat yet?"

I could go on and on. Point is, I really hope they don't show up here, because I'm not going to hash my words if they do.