I Did My Patriotic Duty

When I say I did my patriotic duty, I mean I went to Crazytown to visit the in-laws. Like a good daughter-in-law. I am currently sitting at the doctor's office doing a repeat of my blood glucose screening, and typing on the blackberry, so I won't give you all the awesome details, just the highlights. The trip was mostly uneventful, so that was good.

Went to brunch with WahooK and the soon-to-be Mrs. Martini, along with the respective husbands/fiances, so that was the highlight of my day. Have I mentioned how much I adore my friends? Always so much to talk about, good conversations (usually over delicious food!), great company, and lots of laughs in general. Drastic difference from the rest of my day.

We arrived, and only had to wait 45 minutes for the in-laws to show up, which is actually an improvement. I think this is the shortest wait we've had so far. Although, next time I am putting the kibosh on this waiting crap. Totally for the birds.

My FIL offered me a beer. I said "no", but apparently thought I said yes, so cracked it open for me. Again, I said no, and he just shrugged and put it back in the fridge. Yes, I declined alcohol while pregnant, not really that unusual.

Didn't do a whole lot about baby-talking, and none of my husbands family seemed really all that interested. Not shocked. They did, however, use this opportunity to talk to me about everything else going on in their boring lives. BLAH.

It was suggested we watch a movie. Um, I didn't drive 2 hours to watch a movie. I could have done that from the comfort of my own bed, thank you very much. When I suggested that I would rather not watch any DVDs and use this time to visit instead, I got the side-eye from my MIL. Really? Ugh.

We did eventually talk about some baby stuff. MIL asked about my doctor, who I explained, is awesome. MIL and SIL used this juncture to share some of their own gynecological experiences to me, which I will not share with you, as it was uncomfortable enough the first time around.

THEN, while on this same doctor-topic, my MIL, who has two daughters, goes on to say she would NEVER have a female doctor. Why, you ask? Because women are NOT AS SMART as men!!! I mean, those words actually came out of her mouth. I was appalled. Which is hard, considering I really only expect the worst from these people, and they never disappoint. I chose to disagree with her (I mean, why completely write off women gynecologists? Men don't even have the equipment? How can they "really" know? Right?!)

So after all that uncomfortableness subsided, MIL asks if I plan to get an epidural or go natural. I fully plan to go natural, but I am not opposed to any kind of medical intervention should it be required. Well, she proceeds to go off on that one, as well as expressing distaste with the face that the Hubs will be in the delivery room with me, warning me about how he's a wimp and he will faint (um, he hasn't lived with you all in 15 years, and since living with me he's been privy to plenty of medical emergencies that do not make me doubt his ability to witness blood and gore). I finally had to tell her that I appreciate her opinion, but Hubs and I have done our research and have made our decisions, and we'll let you know if anything changes. And that my husband was not a wimp, and very capable of handling the situation.

Yay, awkwardness.

So, moving on to the present portion of the evening. They gave gifts, as always, and I was very gracious. We received some books (which I have already returned, because we have/don't need them), some maternity clothes (all size XL, I usually wear a medium and long sleeved - it's predicted to be 105 degrees today), and the Hubs received some socks. Oh. And, I was also gifted several shirts from when SHE was pregnant. 40 years ago. And weighed under 100 pounds. Pictures hopefully to follow. Brilliant.

Those are most of the highlights...I survived. I stayed outside most of the day because it was only 80 degrees or so, ans the smoke-filled house was giving me a migraine. We ate ribs and crab cakes (I know sounds like good food, but when you smoke for 900 years, you lose your taste buds, and food is weird). There was more awkward, forced conversation, and of course, that awesome situation where all three of them, MIL, FIL, and SIL all talk to you at once. Whose conversation trumps whose? Confusing!

I will try to get some of those old maternity clothes pictures up soon...just gotta do it with out the Hubs noticing! Hope everyone had a great Fourth of July!!