Awkward Situations, Part II

Sunday, May 9, 2010

It’s Mother’s Day, and we’ve spent the weekend with Hubby’s parents. We didn’t really plan it like that, it just sort of worked out that way. FIL needed help with the tractor, and since Hubby is the closest child (and more likely to help than his brother), and sort of mechanically inclined, he got the call. But the part didn’t arrive. Awesome. So, we’ll be back up there once they get back from visiting their other son in Texas. So, the weekend has gone like they normally do up there: FIL discovers some “issue” that needs correcting, and Hubby gets to help him fix it. This time it was the septic field. Anyway, that’s not the point. So, Kiddo and I are sitting at the kitchen table watching a movie (Kiddo) and surfing the Net (me), with MIL in the kitchen getting lunch ready. In walks Hubby, and out of nowhere, she says “You two aren’t supposed to have any kids while we’re gone.” (Not to Texas, they’re going on a world cruise from January to early May next year. Again.) ‘Scuse me, what??!!? Where did this come from? Hubby looks from her to me and back to her. SO confused. He’s got a ‘deer in the headlights’ look. And then he just turns and walks away. Thanks Hon. I try to explain, probably unsuccessfully, that we weren’t planning on it, but it’s not out of the realm of possibility.

I don’t want to be hugely pregnant during the summer (been there, done that) if I can help it. Getting pregnant during the summer would avoid that possibility. Since we’re paying off the equity line in August, we reasoned that August would be a good time to start. Or Hubby did. I don’t know if I’m ready just yet. Now we’re on hiatus for a solid year, because MIL doesn’t want to miss the birth of her first biological grandchild – not that I can blame her, I wouldn’t want them to miss it either. I know she loves Kiddo, they both do, but I also know that they want to carry on the family name. I mean sheesh, there’s been a ‘Hubby [insert middle name] P’ in America since the early 1700’s. Trust me, we have records that go back that far – and headstones. But I never expected to be told flat out that we were essentially forbidden to procreate while they were on a cruise. This from the same woman who parked the car [we were out shopping alone] and said, “If you two are going to have more children you should start in the next two years. I told FIL that I wanted to be done having kids by 33.” Or was it 35? Still. This was six months ago! She’s also the one who informed me that twins run in the family but skip a generation. Sweet, that means I’m due for twins. Thanks MIL! For the record, I will be 29 in a few weeks.

Oy! Talk about mixed signals.