My mom and I have always had a weird relationship. We’re friendly and talk often, but keep our conversations mostly surface-level. She has always been a bit judgmental about my appearance and life choices. This January, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant by my fiancé. That’s a whole other issue because she’s very religious, and I’m going to be pretty large at our wedding. I’m currently about twenty weeks along.
Recently, I mentioned to my mom that I had gained about twelve pounds throughout my pregnancy so far. Within 24 hours, she had told both my sisters that she was concerned about my weight gain, for medical reasons of course. (Cue the eye roll.) Prudie, I’m not fat. I eat healthy and go to the gym twice a week. Most of my sugar intake has been fresh fruit, which I admit I consume in pretty large quantities. It helps with pregnancy-related constipation. I’m also growing an entire human. I’ve always been a few pounds heavier than my sisters, but my doctor has never been even slightly worried. I had a checkup on Monday, and the doctor wasn’t worried about my weight either. This is just the latest in a series of comments she has made about my body throughout my life. For her, it seems like being overweight is a moral failing. Both of my sisters have struggled with their relationship with food, partially because of her comments. I realized in middle school that she didn’t like me very much, so it didn’t have the same impact on me.
It hurts my feelings, but it won’t make me stop eating if she says something. She wasn’t happy with my weight before I got pregnant. It seems like being knocked up gave her carte blanche to say whatever she wants about me. She doesn’t think I should get an epidural. She doesn’t think I’m being healthy. My baby is fine. My doctor says I’m fine. My partner thinks I’m sexy. He has also banned the word “fat” from our house because he doesn’t like the way I talked about my changing body. I know my mom isn’t always a nice person. She’s never going to be the person I want her to be. Why am I still so bothered by her comments? I’m at the point where I’m not sure I want her in the delivery room. My MIL will be there because she has been nothing but loving and supportive for the decade I’ve been with her son. Would I be going too far to cut my mom out of the birth of her first grandchild? What else can I do?
—Growing a Person