Ruby and I headed to Wal-Mart yesterday to get some grocery shopping done. She stayed in her carseat in the cart and slept the whole time...ahhhhhhh peace :)
Anyway, as we were walking out of the store a lady stopped and saw Ruby and this is the brief (and depressing) conversation we had...
Lady: "What a beautiful baby. How old is she?"
Me: "Thank you. She's a week old today."
Lady: "Are you grandma?"
***SPLAT*** (that was my self-esteem hitting the floor)Me: "Excuse me?"
Lady: "Oh, is she yours?" (She sounded somwhat surprised at the possibility)
Me: (Having a tough time keeping myself from ramming my cart into her kneecaps) "Yes, she's mine."
Lady: "Oh, well she is a cute one" (Lady walks off)
THAT ladies and gentlemen is how to make a mom of a week old baby feel mighty depressed about how she looks! Forget losing the baby weight...apparently I need to look into a facelift or something first.
I have to admit that when I came home and told John about it I cried (blamed it on the hormones). I'm pretty sure my mom cried when I told her about it...I mean when you laugh really hard at something don't you usually shed some tears?
I told Ruby on the way out to the car that I guess Mommy has a lot more work to do on herself than she thought!