The
rain is gone, but we got winter back. It’s overcast and cold today.
At
breakfast this morning, we somehow got on the topic of pregnancy and what it
does to a woman’s body. Mother was remembering a friend of hers who had 4
babies in 4 years, which is tough on a woman’s body. She said offhand “Well,
you know the baby just takes what it needs from the mother’s body.” I nodded,
completely inadequate in all discussions of pregnancy. Alesia looked horrified.
"I
DON’T want to talk about that!” she said.
Mother
and I were puzzled by Alesia’s vehemence.
“Sweetie,
Granny just means the baby, if it needs calcium, for instance – “
Mother:
“They used to say for every pregnancy, a woman lost a tooth!”
Alesia
really looked agitated then. “I don’t want to hear this!”
I
looked at Mother. She looked at me. “Alesia, this is perfectly normal. What’s
the problem?”
“You
mean, the baby will TAKE YOUR ORGANS??!!” she exclaimed in abject horror.
Mother
and I both burst out laughing.
“No,
Sweetie, the mother will just take vitamins and nutrients. It’s not like a
horror movie! It’s not like Alien!” I tried to reassure her, but I couldn’t
help giggling.
J J J J J
We
met my cousin Mark and his wife for a very pleasant lunch at The Colonnade. Mark is a terrific photographer and took this photo:
After
lunch we came back and rested a while, and Mother napped.
We
went to the mall for Mother to get a pedicure late this afternoon, then Kroger.
Mother sometimes gets a “quickie” pedicure, and waits to re-paint her toenails
here at home. Alesia helps.
Michael
came in my room right after we returned from Kroger and said “Alesia is doing
the funnest thing ever!”
I
couldn’t imagine what that could be, since last time I had looked she was
unloading and putting away groceries. Then he said,
“She’s
painting Granny’s toenails!!”
I
tried not to laugh.
Mother
told him later he was welcome to paint her toenails.
I
told Michael that when he gets older and is dating, knowing how to give a woman
a pedicure would be a real plus in the dating world.
Of
course, once he turns 18 he has assured me he will be dyeing his hair some
horrible color like shocking blue and maybe getting a Mohawk. Then all my
careful home training will be for naught…
