Why does this bother me? I knew it would happen. I expected it, yet I am still surprised. I sent my grandmother some of the pictures from the Baptism because she couldn't make the trip ("Oh Pansy, I can't come! I am too sick!"). She said it: "Oh Pansy, I can't believe all the weight you gained! Your father said you look good, but I couldn't get over it!" Lady, please, get over it. I know I am not Gisele Bundchen, but dang! Who the heck tells a woman with a 4-week old baby how startled they are by her weight gain? Isn't that in line with telling a nine-year old who just lost their parents in a car accident "Sucks to be you! Christmas just won't be the same from now on, huh?"
I am in good company. She said "Oh, your father, my son, he looks like such a natural born priest in those pictures. Too bad he's not a priest, just a deacon."
I don't know why she gets to me so much, it's always the same ole, same ole. Oddly, the more I know how she will react, the more it irritates me.