So here I go again. Going to get some frustration off of my ever growing pregnancy chest.
My father in law is a different kind of breed. We just have very different views on things, especially family and raising children. He is my husband's step father since hubby was about 4 years old. Has no experience with children any younger than 4 since he has no children of his own. And yet, he is all knowing on how to make a boy a man. Really, not getting started on that, I have other topics to go on and on about.
My husband kept putting off telling his family we are pregnant with our third. Not because we like to wait until the first trimester is over, but because he did not want to hear a lecture. And I think he is hurt by the fact that my family and the rest of our friends are always so happy for us. Yes, we were lectured after we found out we were pregnant with little monkey. I am sorry, I don't need to hear someone tell me how I can not afford a second baby for half an hour on the phone after I just told them the happy, albeit shocking, news. I just kept reminding them what a gift from God a baby is. My mother in law takes every available moment to tell me that two children are enough and I should feel thankful to have them and not over extend myself or my family. I have never hidden the fact that I would love to have a large family.
So anyway, my husband tells me (as we sit down for mass Saturday evening) that he told his dad and asked him how he should go about telling his mom (she is out of the country working right now). Apparently my father in law said he thought she was probably really stressed out enough with work and not to tell her until she could get through some of the stress! Yes, our new littlest monkey blessing is a major cause of stress to them. I could not even speak when he told me. I actually started getting teary eyed because it made my heart hurt that someone would feel the baby growing inside me is a cause of stress. We have never given them a reason to think we could not make ends meet. Our monkeys are well fed, happy, clean, well dressed and I think well taken care of. We have never asked them for ANYTHING, in fact I go way out of my way to NEVER ask for anything or make mention of things I need to get for the boys. I just don't understand. Anybody get this?!?!
I could go on and on about it, but I don't think it is good for my blood pressure.
Big monkey's birthday is Friday and we are having a birthday party for him Saturday afternoon. Pretty much always the same time of the year that we have this party. Father in law is not going to be able to make because he has a previous engagement. This is about normal. He lives less than 2 hours away and comes to visit the monkeys every 3 months or so. I don't mind the infrequency of his visits, in fact I am grateful. I feel bad for the monkeys, who do like him, and for my husband who worships him for some odd reason. At least I have my parents - wonderful grandparents that drive 5 hours for just a day visit if they can work it in!
Okay, enough. I need to get calm before my doctor's appointment later this morning. Get to hear the littlest monkey's heart beating away! LOVE IT!