April 6th. They've booked a one-way ticket for April 6th - nine days before my due date. Of course, you know that that because of this, the baby isn't coming until the last possible second. Watch, I'm going to end up going past my due date. Of course, it'll probably only be one or two days but still.
They're planning to stay for a week after the baby comes, but nothing is set in stone. They said they'll stay until I kick them out. How do you say that to a person? How dare they put me in that position? I told him in no uncertain terms that he will not do that to me, that HE will tell them when it's time for them to go and it will not be because 'she's ready for you to leave.' Frankly, if he doesn't, I could care less. I don't care what they think of me, and I think it's rude to show up at someone's house during the most delicate of times.
Over and over, I read that sex is the best way to get labor going naturally. Pray tell, how are we supposed to have sex with his parents in the next room and a dog that can open doors? I know the doctor can't make you get induced, but I have to know that induction is a very real possibility. Furthermore, I know that not everyone has sex to jumpstart labor so it's not like if I don't have sex, I'm just screwed. haha
I'll walk the block, I'll drink the tea and I'll think labor-y thoughts but I hate that any options are taken away, because I want to be able to do anything that might increase my chances for an un-medicated birth. So I'm resentful that I won't be able to have sex because they will be in the house.
Another thing that bugs me is that they don't talk to me. All communication goes through him. It's my house too! Shouldn't they be talking to me too? Asking me how they can help? Asking me if there's anything that I'm going to need? Reassuring me that they won't get in the way? Something??
It's not that I don't like them, or that they don't like me. It could be ten times worse and I could have nightmare in-laws. Of course, if they were terrible they wouldn't want to stay in my house, but I digress.
It's just that I don't have anything in common with them besides their son. Even that is tenuous at best, because he has made so much effort to build a life that is so far removed from his past that even he doesn't relate that much to his parents. If he doesn't even have that much in common with his parents anymore, why in the world would he expect me to be best friends with them?
I try, I genuinely do. When I am on the phone with them, I try to be engaging and ask questions but it's so very painful. So, did you do anything interesting over the weekend? Nope. Oh. Well, what are your plans for today? Nothin'. Oh. Um, how's the weather? It hit 30 below today. Wow, that's so cold!
That's it. No exaggeration. Of course, I have no desire to prolong that so yes, I avoid talking to them. But only because the past fifteen phone conversations have played out the exact same way!
I was going to stop working April 4th, but now that they will have invaded my space, there's no sense in being at home with them staring at me waiting for me to do something. I told my boss that I want to stay at work until my water breaks. Too bad I can't ask for more work.
