So... I know what my Gram (Daddy's mom) is like. She's pushy, can be a little (or a lot) manipulative, has good intentions... and she's a little stubborn. If my dad wasn't adopted I'd say that I get the stubborn thing from her... and my mom... and my mom's mom... and every other woman we're related to lol
She happened to run into my Mom's mom (AKA Grandma Kitty) at a local high school musical matinee, this past weekend.
Did she politely say hello and ask how my Grandpa (recently TOLD us that he was diagnosed with emphysema about... 15 years ago and still smokes by the way the silly old fart) was? Or inquire about the health of my "Uncle" Casey, Grandma Kitty's 12 year old Golden Retriever?
No.
SHe launched into one hell of a rant about me, my mother, my dad, how I was going to pay for taking care of a baby, she wants to know Pete's name, why he isn't being made to pay child support and who he is and why won't he marry me.
Seriously.
Marry me?
I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a spork.
I love her to death. I really do.
But she's 20lbs of crazy bitch in a 5lb bag.
Grandma Kitty handled it well. She just said she has no idea about the guy and that she hopes I'm happy with whatever decision I come to. She just hopes it works out for the best.
In other news... Squish is moving around a lot more now. It's so cool... kind of a trip really. I can tell when we're just kicking out a hand or foot in a random sort of way or when we're doing a complete about face and rolling around.
Growing a person is mind bogglingly cool.
Also we're a huge fan of fruit and especially watermelon in addition to the spinach salads that I was jonesing for earlier.
And fresh veggies too.
I have a very health conscious daughter apparently. 
Crazy and I are going clothes shopping tomorrow.
It's getting a little uncomfortable to wear normal jeans now. 
To the point where if I'm just lazying around the house I leave them unbuttoned lol
I have to go in and have blood work done on the 30th... not normally something that bothers me.
I can take getting poked with a large gauge needle like a champ.... but I have to have my glucose levels checked. So it's that yucky syrupy junk for me that morning.
Ewwwwwwwwww.
Oh well... all part of this Mommy gig I've got going I guess.
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random commenter;; My grandma is the same way as your dad's mom.