Thanks for sharing that JBell. It's interesting to read that the epidural worked the same way for you as for me.
I have been saying there's no way I'm having a third but actually I'm secretly concocting a birth plan in my head, just in case, and this time it actually includes an epidural!
I'm sorry but I have to have a rant and I don't even know where to begin. Getting MIL over was a huge mistake, as lazy as she is I wish I'd got my mum. My mum actually had mental health problems but is saner than MIL. She's been a complete bitch, she drove a wedge between DH and me to the point at which he told me I had been "a brat when we met, a brat throughout the pregnancy and a brat now" the only time I hadn't been was when I was carrying Noelle - yeah the point when he was a total cock to me and I was terrified I was about to be alone. This all began because I was trying to make a party for DD's birthday, I wanted to sing to her, share cake with her, open her gifts and cards, take photos for my family, etc. So we had a birthday where MIL was trying to be the centre of attention and was noisily crying and making a fuss, I was left in tears thinking I was about to be on my own (this was day three, right as the third day blues hit). He mentioned me storming or if the house when MIL was being noisy on the phone, I was like... excuse me, I was in labour! He knew I'd gone for quiet but chose to side with her.
Last night she looked after DD whilst we took DS to doc and made such a f-of fuss about DD asking for the potty every 2 mins and playing her up. It's what she does, she usually uses it too, she's only 2 FFS.
It's been going on and on like that.
I said sorry to MIL earlier for cooking food for us whilstshe was upstairs, not for what I cooked as she is coeliac with lactose intolerance but for eating a meal without her. Only she flew off the handle about it.
She has made nasty comments about what I choose to watch on TV, very little, but I love archaeology programmes.
I thought I was going mad and I was imagining all the bitchiness but I wasn't, DH looked shocked and then said she'd been like it all day. I guess he hasn't realised she's been doing it the whole time.
DH told me not to worry it was only a few more days, dare I hope she's going early?
As much of a favour as she's done us with staying to look after Noelle when we had to go in, I don't want anything more to do with her.
Rant over - wish I felt better for it.