Does anyone else have an insane mother-in-law?
The woman is driving me nuts. I'm absolutely amazed at the things I must know RIGHT NOW, and share with her (or rather, DH must share with her):
How often I'm vomiting. How much I'm sleeping. What I'm wearing. If I feel movement yet. What week will I hear the heartbeat. What week will I have an ultrasound to tell gender. When is the midwife (the one we've told her would be at the birth, but who doesn't actually exist) doing home visits. What hospital will we transfer to when I need a C/S. What name have we chosen. Who will be at the birth. What pediatrician will we use (you know, you have to interview them early, right?--says she). Don't forget you MUST vaccinate your child right after birth.
And of course, she's invited herself and DH's step-father to the birth. OH HELL NO! Gladly, DH went to battle for me and told her we want to keep it minimal and quiet (very tactful). Really, we'll just totally avoid talking to her the last weeks, and call her several hours after the babe arrives. And insist that no, she can't visit that same day, and no, she certainly can't stay the night (when she insists we abdicate our bed for her old lady (47 year old) bones).
I'm oh so happy we live 3 hours from her, and that she and I aren't exactly friendly, so she mostly funnels her questions to DH, but she's bugging him so much about the baby that he's sick of talking about it, and, hello! I'm giving birth to the child, I should have some talking rights! I avoid answering my phone (really wishing for caller ID), and I don't post on Facebook because of all her annoying comments. Now I just want to tighten the belt, and not let any single bit of information out to her. See, annoying woman, you're craziness is actually getting you less information instead of more.
She really really really wants to have her fingers in everything, that constantly controlling woman! I so loved my sweet husband the other day when his mother said, "I just want to be involved," and he snorted and said, "Well, she's not."
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I want to stomp my feet in frustration.
Ok, vent over.