Okay, mil has know about baby for less than a week, and she is driving me nuts. I called her house to find out when my dh was heading home from his visit and got the onslaught of VERY unhelpful comments such as...like ten straight minutes of crackering...remember, this is one phone call:
*maybe you should exercise more and would feel better (I can't do anything requiring much effort or I puke);
*can't the doc give you something for the nausea (I'm on about 10 meds);
*what prenatals are you taking (none, they make me puke);
*what about the baby? (yes, it's my mission to hurt my child by not taking prenatals because they make me SICK);
*what about cousin's graduation party (what about it? can't do anything so can't go);
*have you talked to your doctor about this (HUH?);
*why don't you drive here and let me take care of you (I can't do anything, so driving 4 hours sounds like a great idea);
*maybe you should go online and find some information ("MIL, I'm a moderator at a hyperemesis forum...I probably know more than my doctor.");
*maybe you can find some other girls to talk to online (obviously not paying any attention to anything I'm saying);
*and my favorite**** It will all be worth the reward (what f'in reward. my last baby died...but then I can't say that since dh refuses to cause her grief with sharing Hope...thus, causing me this nightmare comment).
And don't even get me started on how she told me I didn't have to decorate "much" for Christmas or worry about the holidays or have Thanksgiving or decorate and cook for her for Christmas....hello, not thinking that far since I don't want to build up ANY excitement in case Five leaves like the others. Control freak or what? So it looks like EVERYONE is at my house (I pulled the phone away from my ear for a while, so I'm not sure how long EVERYone is stay ) for the holidays. Hello, I've not invited anyone...IT'S MAY!
I think I said "I can't do anything" about 12 times. Then I asked for dh AGAIN, and she got him, finally. I immediately and undelicately said to him, "Will you get your mother out of my ass?" He said, "good to talk to you too." So I said, being out of my mind pissed by then, "F off." And I hung up. (Nice girl, aren't I?)