brooklinn
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I haven't posted here in awhile, but I've been lurking. Anyway, this is probably going to end up being pretty long, but I need a place to vent.
In November our landlord lost her house and decided to break our lease and move into the place we were living. My OH and I currently live with his parents until we can find a different place. His mother is just awful. She is way too pushy and believes she is always right. This is just a small list of the things she constantly goes on about:
Last week I went to the hospital with contractions. I figured they were probably just braxton hicks, but nothing was making them better. Turns out, they were the real thing and I'm now dilated to around 2.5. They stopped my contractions, gave me betamethasone shots, and sent me home on bed rest.
I already feel awful enough about not being able to do anything. I also get awful, excruciating back pain that lasts for hours at a time and now I have the stomach flu. Luckily my professors are being very understanding and lenient. Before I was on bed rest, my MIL expected me to clean the house, including doing everyone's laundry. Now that I'm unable to do that, I get to hear about how nothing is done and I'm being lazy. FIL and OH don't clean up after themselves at all. No one has clean clothes, and all the dishes are dirty. It just doesn't seem fair to me. There are three other people in this house who can clean. Yes, they all have jobs, but school is my job, and I have doctor's orders to stay off of my feet. I'm so depressed and I just feel worthless. I've been thinking about moving in with my dad until OH and I find a place, but we weren't going to move until after he gets established at his new job and that may be in a few months. I don't want him to miss those first few months of the baby's life, but that may be my only option. I don't know what to do anymore.
In November our landlord lost her house and decided to break our lease and move into the place we were living. My OH and I currently live with his parents until we can find a different place. His mother is just awful. She is way too pushy and believes she is always right. This is just a small list of the things she constantly goes on about:
- The baby's name - She has decided she will also pick a name and that's just what she will call him. Actually, when I announced the name we picked, she threw a fit and said we should have had a "family discussion" about it before I announced.
- Cloth diapering - She says I will think its a pain.
- Breastfeeding - Same thing as cloth diapering, I will think its a pain.
- Where the baby will sleep - I want him in our room, she thinks he should stay in the nursery
- Me being a full time student - She thinks I need to get a full time job about 6 weeks after the baby is here.
- OH's job - He's in the interview process for a different one, but she still goes on about it.
- The hospital I'm delivering at - The one she wants me to deliver at is cheaper, but I don't believe the quality of care is the same.
- She also has told me that she doesn't care that I only want OH in the room when I give birth because she will be there.
Last week I went to the hospital with contractions. I figured they were probably just braxton hicks, but nothing was making them better. Turns out, they were the real thing and I'm now dilated to around 2.5. They stopped my contractions, gave me betamethasone shots, and sent me home on bed rest.
I already feel awful enough about not being able to do anything. I also get awful, excruciating back pain that lasts for hours at a time and now I have the stomach flu. Luckily my professors are being very understanding and lenient. Before I was on bed rest, my MIL expected me to clean the house, including doing everyone's laundry. Now that I'm unable to do that, I get to hear about how nothing is done and I'm being lazy. FIL and OH don't clean up after themselves at all. No one has clean clothes, and all the dishes are dirty. It just doesn't seem fair to me. There are three other people in this house who can clean. Yes, they all have jobs, but school is my job, and I have doctor's orders to stay off of my feet. I'm so depressed and I just feel worthless. I've been thinking about moving in with my dad until OH and I find a place, but we weren't going to move until after he gets established at his new job and that may be in a few months. I don't want him to miss those first few months of the baby's life, but that may be my only option. I don't know what to do anymore.