While I was at work this morning my mom called. Normally she doesn’t call much at all, and especially during the middle of the day. The last time she called me at work it was to tell me that my grandfather had died.
I answered and she said hello and then asked if my uncle had called me to get my address. He hadn’t, but my sister did text me last night asking for it. She didn’t know why my uncle wanted my address, so I’m hoping he’s sending me a very large belated birthday gift, or something like that.
She asked how I had been and I told her I had been sick, but I was back at work today. Then she wanted to know what was wrong and I told her it was just a stomach bug. In a very accusing tone that always makes me nervous, “Are you sure that’s all it was?” “Yes, ma, that’s all it was,” I said like a fourteen year old who had just come home past curfew.
She then proceeds to tell me, “You know we’ve been praying for you, right? Or we were, when we thought you might be getting married.” Wow, mom. Thanks for that. My response? “Well, you need to stop.”
So when my mom thought that Teacher and I might be getting married, she started praying for me to get pregnant. She knows we broke up, or rather, he dumped me over four months ago. So why would she still be praying for me to get pregnant? Does she think that’s the only way I can get a man to stay with me? By trapping him? I’m afraid to even ask her.
Either way it freaked me out, because that’s just what my mom does. My eye immediately started twitching after I hung up the phone. I was supposed to call her back tonight, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
When I told my friend Sheldon about this, he agreed that Mr. 7am would probably love it if I got pregnant. I, on the other hand, would have a panic attack. So here’s hoping that mom has stopped praying for me, finally.