My grandmother told my mother on the phone the other day that I was "large."
She also told me that she couldn't put her arms around me when she hugged me.
She told me that my pregnancy was really agreeing with me--from the neck up.
She said--when feeling the baby kick--that my "belly is all FLABBY." (It's as hard as freaking basketball right now.)
She asked what size bra I was wearing.
She told me that when she was pregnant, no one could tell, and added that she never got stretch marks.
EVERY single word of it hurt me. I came home from Pittsburgh and cried. I cried when talking to my mom about it, and she just said that I needed to "let it go." I would have felt a whole lot better if my mom had called my Gram and laid into her. I understand why she didn't, but I wish that someone had spoken up for me, because lawd knows I was so shocked and hurt that I couldn't do it.
So, I guess the point of this long ass post is: good on ya, Beavis. He needed to hear it.