I just need to get over it...

Since it is going to be this way for effing ever.

Yesterday, a family friend and my grandma had this convo:

Friend: When is your birthday?
Gma: March 14, same as Karter!!!!!  (insert high pitched frat girl scream here)
Friend: Oh how fun!
Gma: I know!  And I told her, I said, "you know you're going to have that baby on my birthday."  She said, "no she's going to have her own birthday."  And look what happened.  I was right.  I am always right.  I told her weekly that we were going to have the same birthday.

OMFG.  Are you kidding me?  I left the room.  I went outside.  I still heard the whole convo.  I just hate so much that she says that.  It isn't the way it went down either. 

She says 'she knew' everything. 
She knew I was pregnant at our AHR (which I didn't even know, I did find out that cycle, but technically I wasn't pregnant yet as I O'd two days before that).
She knew K was going to be born on her birthday. 
She knew K was going to be a girl. 
She knew K wasn't going to have red hair. 
She knew K was going to have my toes.

GAH!  She's been here for a week.  Telling me everything she knew.  She's going home today.  I love her but I just can't even handle it anymore.

Thanks for letting me vent.  Today I am going to work on getting over it.  I just don't know how.  The Irish in me is good for drinking, not good for grudges though.  Sigh.