This is from a couple of weeks ago, but I'm working my way through these threads so I thought I'd add it (please bear in mind that I'm pregnant, not a mom yet, so feel free to ignore me
). Pretty much cross-posted from my DDC:
I told my Mom the news by calling the florist that was going to be delivering her Mother's Day flowers and having them change the message on the card to "I hope you're ready to be called Grandma again."
(Long story short: my parent's died within days of each other when I was a child, so my divorced grandparents got a house and raised me together, as a team, but not a couple. So, ever since I was ten - about a year into the new arrangement - I've called them Mom and Dad instead of Grandma and Grandpa, as I had before.)
She's appropriately ecstatic, as I knew she would be and the news pretty much made the rounds all the rest of the family within hours. Well, one of my childhood best friends just got engaged and my Mom was calling to congratulate her and RSVP to the engagement party and told her about my pregnancy.
She was apparently very nice and sounded happy for me when on the phone with my Mom, but she called me a little while later while I was still at work and accused me of trying to steal "her thunder," and then after not letting me get so much as a word in edgewise she told me that it was a good thing that DF and I were already planning on getting married in August because otherwise she could "never
learn to love" my "bastard of a baby."Queue Mama Bear instincts.
I can honestly say I've never been so angry in my life, but I've also never felt so powerful. I'd only known about my little one for a few days at this point, but already I felt like I could take on anyone who tried to say anything bad about or tried hurt my child without breaking a sweat.
Never mind the fact that she is having her engagement party less than a week after my wedding while I will be on my honeymoon (which she has know about for six months) and started the "conversation" by asking me if I was "absolutely sure" that I couldn't make it OR
the fact that I counseled her through two major pregnancy scares when we were teenagers (not including one termination that I drove her to, helped to pay for, and then took care of her afterwards because she was terrified of her extremely Mormon family finding out).
(Disclaimer: I am completely pro-choice, and in no way do I mean to disparage ANY decision a woman chooses to make regarding her own body.)
So, let's just say she shouldn't hold her breath waiting for an overpriced wedding gift from me.