daughter of a fire breathing dragon

I often don't blog about my family...or not my parents/sibling. As much as they are a part of my life, they are rarely a part of my blog world.

I felt today was a day to change that...possibly because thinking things out makes them easier to accept and possibly easier to find solutions for. My mother has made the end of my pregnancy her own. She has decided that her role in this whole ordeal is more important than my own, as are her opinions. I do try to keep in mind she has had 2 children (a miracle we are both still alive) and I am new to this role, but I also keep in mind she is slightly insane and somewhat unrealistic in all areas of life. I had made certain plans about how my birth will happen, how I want to start my family and how I want to raise my child. Being realistic I know I may have to alter at times to be flexible but I still want to honor my ideas and wants. My mother has also made a list of how my birth should happen, how my family should start out and how I should raise my child. Her list is the exact opposite of mine, and more importantly not about her child. Does she see these differences?? No. She lives in a parallel universe mirrored to mine, where yes is no, things are upside down and reality is magical and deformed. I originally felt bad having to hurt her feelings. I don't want to compromise on my wishes, and I don't expect her to, just to see my ideas for what they are and be respectful. She has decided that my feelings are unimportant when compared to her own, so I am no longer feeling so bad about keeping my back up. In the end she hurts herself.