Just the Beginning

I have officially decided that the worst part of being pregnant is all the unsolicited advice you get.  What to do.  What not to do. What you should eat.  Buy this.  Don't buy that.  You get the point.  It's lots.  Well, even before I was pregnant, and just trying to become pregnant, everyone was offering their two cents (Just relax!  Go on a vacation! Stand on your head! Etc.)

Anyway, I call my grandmother everyday.  Today, during out chat, I invited her over for dinner on Mother's Day.  I figured this would be easiest, and I wouldn't be force fed everything on God's green earth, if I just had my parents and her over for dinner.

This is how the coversation went:

KP:  So, would you like to come over for dinner on Mother's Day?  I figured since you and Mom do so much, and we always do dinner at her house or your house, we could have dinner over here for a change.

Grandmother:  Oh (sigh), KP (sigh), you do too much!

KP:  Well, it would be an easy dinner, like pasta or something, I can still cook, you know.

Grandmother:  But, it's not like, just cooking, it's  dinner.

KP:  Yes, it's dinner.  So, do you want to come?

Grandmother:  (SIGH)  I can do the grocery shopping for  you.  I'll come over and cook.

KP:  Well, we can figure it all out, we have a week and change. So, coming over for dinner on Mother's Day?

Grandmother:  But, (sigh) YOU'RE PREGNANT!

KP:  Grandmother, do you realize, that for hundreds of years, women were ONLY ALLOWED to do two things?  Be pregnant and cook?  I can manage this.

Grandmother:  (SIGH)