Here We Go

I feel like singing "I'm Henry the Eighth, I am" except I'm Constance. The Ninth. I have two other blogs, both for my children. One is for my 2.5 year old boy, Joseph, and one is for my next baby, who I am having tomorrow, Kathleen or Thomas. Those are Not Their Real Names, natch. I have never had any success having a secret blog, but I am really really glad to have one. I created the second baby's blog and told my husband and he *immediately* told my MIL which really pissed me off. God, that woman can run with anything! She was checking it every second and sort of passively/aggressively asking why I hadn't updated it, which is the same thing she does with my son's blog and which makes me want to smack her and then my husband for telling her. I feel like the second I married her son, she has been trying to suck all the lifeblood out of me. I don't think she does it on purpose but here's some examples:

1. She wanted to come to the - she ASSUMED she was coming to the delivery room when I had my first child.
   
2. We didn't tell her when we went to the hospital because my husband, Todd, was afraid that she'd be really upset.
   
3. When Todd called her to say that it was a boy! And he was healthy! And hurray! She said "what do you mean? She HAD the baby?!" That was her first reaction. Me me me. Ugh.
   
4. I called my new baby's blog something cute like Second Baby and now she only calls my unborn baby Second Baby. She went to a make a bear place and made a bear with her voice recorded on it saying "Hello, Second Baby!".
   
5. She is coming up to my house tomorrow to 'help' with Joseph while Todd and I go to the hospital to have the new baby. She is bringing her husband. When Todd told her that my parents were going to stay up North (they winter in a Southern state) through the baby's Birth Day, the first thing she said was "Do I still get to come up and stay with Joseph?"
   

Maybe this doesn't seem so bad to you all? Maybe I am a bitch? I am definitely a bitch, FO SHO, but I do think she's a pain. Todd had to call her this weekend to say that my mom was going to come in the morning and she could just come up later, after Joseph goes down for his nap. I think it will be better and more normal for him if it's my mom, plus it's MY mom, MY surgery, MY possibly dying on the table, I just want MY mom here, is that so wrong? Waah!

I know. I know I'm whiny. But it's just - I feel like we in my (more normal, superior) family are the ones sucking it up here all the time. My parents live really close - what would be the problem with them coming over for one of the nights?

I don't really care as much as I did, say last week. I am in some kind of a fog now, you know, like right before you have the baby? Some kind of an earth mother groove where I think I will do anything to just have a healthy baby tomorrow. I will mention this 9,999,999 times going forward but my first baby was, to put it lightly, colicky and fussy and cried for the first four months of his life. I swear to God, I have some kind of post traumatic stress disorder from it, it was horrible. So I am praying this time, not just for healthy, but happy. But today? Today I say just healthy. Please, please. And please don't let me die on the table.