Insanity is Inherited…

…you get it from your crazy family.

Easter Sunday. In-laws come over and we do the Easter egg hunt in the backyard and make a huge brunch. Mid-way through cooking, I have to flee the kitchen because I can’t stand the smell of eggs, bacon, and substitute meat cooking. My father-in-law and Sweet Dub have to take over (my mother-in-law doesn’t cook). I eat biscuits and fruit.

Later, I call my sister and because my mother is there, Lola puts her on the phone. I end up sharing the news with her.

“Gasp! How far along are you?” she says.

“About seven and a half weeks,” I say.

“Only seven? Isn’t it too early to be telling people?”

“Apparently it’s too early to be telling you,” I say. “I thought it would be okay to tell family.”

Then she puts my grandmother on the phone.

“It’s going to be a girl,” my grandmother says.

“Really? Why do you think so?” I say.

“Because usually when a baby is born it’s coming to replace someone else.”

I have to take it there, because, well, really. “Who would the baby be replacing?”

“ME,” my grandmother says. “Because I might go soon.”

“What?!”

“When [my grandfather] passed, [my nephew] T was born,” she says. In the background, I can hear my mom objecting and explaining that T was born more than a year before my grandfather died, and that Viva was born just a few months later. My grandfather didn’t pass away until Viva was a year old.

“Well….” I say, completely at a loss.

“Well, I guess I’m wrong,” says my grandmother at the same time.

“Mmm, ah. Well, don’t you go anywhere,” I say.

I recount this all to Dub later, who says, “It is really amazing how when you have a piece of news, good or bad, it always somehow is about them.”

“Yes, it is really quite incredible,” I say. We then muse over the rightness of not talking to my mom and grandmother very often due to the craziness. Then we eat some cookies. Baby likes cookies.