When I was pg with my first at 17, my parents were all kinds of wonderful and supportive. I couldnt ask for better. Even now, pg with #6, Dad would give me the shirt off his back, and Mum is coming down in July so I don't have to have baby alone - no matter how it plays out. It was so wonderful to hear.

However, with my first baby, my XMIL hated me. She made no attempt to hide it either. As far as she was concerned I was a gold digger - for what I still cant work out. Not like he was a millionaire.

Anyway, when XH called them up and told them, she was obviously not pleased at all that I was having *her* grandchild. She used to call me every morning after XH went to work and just start abusing me over the phone. I'd hang up, wait, pick it up to call XH and she was still on the other end screaming. Hang up again, go make a cup of tea, pick up the phone - she'd still be there. No clue what she said to me or about me during any of this, and quite frankly these days I know for a fact she couldnt have been more wrong. It wasnt that I "didn't deserve her son". He didn't deserve me.

My MIL now was iffy when I got pg with DD2. She didn't think DH and I would last, and actually asked DH if it was possible that someone was trying to trap him again. *sigh* He still hasnt told her about #6. He knows that it will get him lectured and he couldn't be bothered listening to it. He's 47 for crying out loud. I think he is old enough to make these kinds of decisions.

No wonder DH spent 15 years hanging around with my family and wanting to be a part of it.