I’ve gained 6 pounds since I got pregnant. If it were up to my mom – I would have already gained 20. Yesterday, it dawned on me that my mom is like the witch from Hansel and Gretel. She has a way of always inviting me over when Nick is traveling for work and luring me to her house with hot tasty meals. Once I arrive, she pats my belly and tells me how excited she is that I am “growing”…. (she’s actually done this since the moment she found out I was pregnant). If I go missing… just know that I am likely locked away in a room being fed around the clock.
But in all seriousness – wait I am being serious. My mom is trying to make me fat. I’ve been spending a lot of time at my parents house as we’re in the final weeks of building our new home – which means lots of quick decisions and checking-in on my part. Every night – there’s a hot steaming plate of delicious food that I cannot resist. I think its her way of showing how much she cares about me and Baby Stammen. So yes, my mom is a sweeter, more caring version of the witch from Hansel and Gretel. She might not be testing the fatness of my finger every day, but she sure is testing the girth of my belly.
Who else has a mom show them love through food?