So, we FINALLY told DH's parents we were pregnant (I'm nearly 19 weeks, but they just never seem happy with joyous news such as this). URGH!!
Here's how it went:
MIL: sitting on the couch looking staring into space (because the TV broke which is their only form entertainment in that house, because no one knows how to carry a conversation there): leila, did you tell owa the news?? (leila doin her own thing)
DH: Leila is going to be a big sister! we're having a girl
MIL: sitting on the couch looking staring into space (because the TV broke and there is ZERO form of entertainment in that house, including conversation (notice I just had to copy and paste)
DH: did you hear me?
MIL: yeah, i heard you (sitting on the couch looking staring into space (because the TV broke and there is ZERO form of entertainment in that house, including conversation (notice I just had to copy and paste)
then she gets up to get the laundry from the garage
and... BTW... a brief history on us. Our first baby we lost at 17 weeks, so you'd think that any news like this would be a happy occasion. apparently, the contrary is so.
This is why we don't tell them anything. Any good thing is always turned into a negative. For instance, we don't tell them we take vacations because they ask us if we have money to. If one of us gets a promotion, its not "congratulations" its, "oh, so you'll be working more now." Stuff like that. Seriously, going there is like an energetic black hole. When we got there today, MIL asked DH if DD was getting dark and if she was playing in the sun (in a totally negative way). If we ever have another baby, I'm tempted to not see them the entire duration of the pregnancy and then show up with a baby one day OR, just let one of their relatives (who by the way will be thrilled) tell them for us, and then show up with a baby.
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