I recently gave birth to a baby who looks exactly like my husband and nothing like me. And it makes me mad. Not wire-hanger mad. God no. I love my baby more than anything—even extra sharp cheddar cheese (if you can believe that). And, it’s not necessarily a bad thing that she looks just like my husband—he’s a good-looking guy. It’s just, well, grrrrrr…
To be honest, I’m not exactly sure why it bothers me so much. Maybe it’s because a mother-daughter bond begins from the moment the doctor says, “How did you not know you were pregnant?” Or maybe it’s because I got fat for her. One day she’ll appreciate the enormity of that sacrifice. Or maybe I’m just a narcissist. Yeah, that’s probably it.
The worst part is that my husband looks exactly like his father, which makes nursing, well, awkward. But the very worst part is…Facebook.
I was always more of a stalker than a poster but once the baby came I couldn’t wait to upload photos and rack up the likes and comments from people I haven’t spoke to since third grade. My thumbs would cramp from eagerly scrolling through my phone waiting for just one person to tell me how much my beautiful baby girl looks just like me.
Instead, here’s a short list of what I got:
“Oh she’s beautiful! Looks just like Tom.”
“Wow, she’s gorgeous. Looks like her father.”
“Can’t believe how much she looks like her dad. Sorry Diana.”
“She’s daddy’s girl, for sure.”
“There’s no denying that’s Tom’s kid!”
“Looks like Tommy.”
Seriously!? Come on! Anyway, here’s our baby photos side-by-side. If you look closely at the eyes and around the—oh, shut up! I don’t see it either.