See..I said I’d be back! I almost feel like I should divide all I have to say into two separate posts…but we’ll see how this goes. We’ll start with Christmas.
For Christmas we decided to see both sets of parent’s. So we got everything all loaded up in the car on the 23rd, and got ready to head north. In theory…everything should have been great. I got home early from work and had myself and the dog’s stuff all packed, and even had the car loaded before Alex got home. He even got home earlier than expected and we were able to get a head start on our three hour drive. Yeah, notice the “three hour” drive. It ended up taking us three hours to get out of the county (the county line is maybe 15 miles from our house…we were seriously moving at about a 3mph pace). What should have been a three hour drive turned into a six and a half hour drive. Not exactly the most pleasant thing I’ve ever done.
Anyway, flash forward from the trip. We get up to my parent’s house and crash (since clearly everyone was already asleep there at 1am). The next morning (Christmas Eve) I get up and help Mom get everything together for little get-together we were having that evening. That was the absolute worst! I desperately wanted to sit my mom down and tell her everything. But I somehow managed to keep my mouth shut! In fact…I did such a good job…and my mom was so surprised….she didn’t understand what I was trying to tell her!
Now, I’ve kind of gotten ahead of myself. We have a family tradition of sorts…where we get together with my grandparent’s and have dinner, decorate cookies, read the christmas story and the night before christmas, and then once all is said and done, we each open one gift. When we were little Mom would try to do themed presents on Christmas Eve. There were several years where we each opened up a pair of pajamas to wear that night. Anyway, I had my mom her gift (I had wrapped up three receiving blankets)..and tell her that she’ll need them later. She rips open the paper and the box and stares at the blankets for a bit. I guess in her mind I had continued the tradition and bought her pajamas. Although she told me later she was confused as to why I bought her a three piece set..and why one of the pieces looked a little babyish. Anyway, we’re sitting there waiting for Mom to figure out what we’re trying to tell her…and she’s got one blanket completely unfolded and is flipping it back and forth so she can look at both sides…and I finally tell her that she’s going to need them in August. Well, right about that time it hit her..and Mom started crying and asked if she was going to be a grandma! We told her yes, and explained how hard it was to keep the secret from her. Everyone else at my parent’s house was thrilled…we had a small incident with Grandma…but have chalked it up to old age and her willingness to say anything…even if it’s not entirely thruthfull.
Anyway, fast forward again, only this time we’re at Alex’s parent’s house. We decided to open gifts as soon as we got there on the 26th. We didn’t officially plan anything for his parents. I had asked him ahead of time if he wanted me to wrap something for them to open…but he said that was a dumb idea…and didn’t want to do anything special for his parents (he’s not very exiciting!). Anyway, at his parent’s house we pick someone to start and they pick a gift a take it to it’s recipient. Then that person opens their gift and then picks a present for someone else…and so on. Well, Alex and I had given out all of our gifts, so for our finally gift to give I announced that my mother in-law was going to be a grandma! Her eyes got so big..and she and my father in-law were both thrilled. Even my sister in-law was excited (trust me…I was shocked on this one!). In fact, the only semi nasty thing she said about it was something about how fat I was going to get. I figured I’d take that comment…it wasn’t as bad as I had expected from her. However..I did realize at his parent’s house..that they will be the set of parents who will say something every step of the way. They will always have a better way to do things. I’m slowly working on accepting this, and letting things roll off…but it’s going to be a long road 😛
Anyway, over all we had a great Christmas and our families loved the surprise!
Now..on to New Year’s. I’m going to keep this part quick….or at least try!
We got together with a bunch of our friends for New Year’s…and it was actually really fun because we had finally told everyone our news and we were all so happy. Well, I’m sitting around with a bunch of the girls and it realize that I missed a call from a friend that I had invited to the party (she doesn’t know the host well, so I asked him, and invited her and her fiance to the party). Anyway, I listen to her message and she tells me that they’re going to be late, they’re still coming, they don’t know when we’re planning on leaving, but they plan on taking advantage of my child-bearing state, and get a ride home. WAIT! What? Backup a second…Seriously? Is this sort of thing okay with people out there? b/c I was seriously outraged! I briefly discussed this with my husband and my good friend sitting next to me…and said that 1) b/c we had my little sister with us..I didn’t want to tote around drunk people (these are the kind of people who drink to get drunk and once they’re drunk..they argue constantly) and 2) Even if my sister wasn’t with us…I am not a taxi service for people who can’t control their drinking (A little harsh? maybe…was I being completely honest? yep). Anyway, the two show up to the party..and apparently can’t be bothered to talk to me. So..I assumed that they didn’t need that ride anymore. They never did come talk to me about it..so they must have been watching what they were drinking. Yeah…apparently I thought wrong. I went to round up my sister and my husband when the fiance stopped me and said they were coming with us. Of course , I shot back with a comment something like: “I was never told that you were coming with us. I hadn’t planned on taking anyone home.” Those comments apparently didn’t matter..b/c 10 minutes later (nevermind I’ve been on the brink of completely vomitting everywhere from this evil thing the call “morning” sickness that really lasts all day!)…they’re in the back seat of my car…arguing. Great! Just what I had been trying to avoid.
So yeah, I gave them a ride home. And I guess looking back I probably should have just let them get out of the car…but I didn’t. Instead I said something along the lines of : “Don’t ever do this again. Don’t think that just b/c I’m pregnant you can “take advantage” of my situation and get a ride home. I think what you’ve done was really rude and I’m incredibly offended.” Yeah, apparently that didn’t go over very well…b/c my car door got slammed shut harder than it’s ever been shut in it’s life…and I ended up getting some pretty nasty calls from her once we got back to our house. The first call I picked up she was screaming at me..so I might have hung up the phone. The second call..I didn’t answer..and she left another screaming voicemail on my phone telling me what a horrible friend I was b/c I wouldn’t take two friends home on New Year’s and oh, by the way…being pregnant isn’t an excuse for being a bitch.
I don’t know if any of you have had to deal with evil friends like this…but seriously..what do I do now? And really..should people have more tact? I would have understood if she had at least asked me..or maybe even talked to me at the party…
I did find out later that my husband had okay’d all of this with them. Which started yet another fight in our household…since I specifically told him I did not want them riding with us. He thinks I was completely out of line…and I feel like I was taken advantage of…
What do you guys think?
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