When we announced we were preg the 2nd time, MIL said "Oh no! I'm too late! FIL and I want to go around Australia this year so I was going to tell you and SIL (her daughter) not to get pregnant until we get back so we don't miss out!!!" Uhhhhhhhh, as if I'd plan my family around when you are going on holidays! As it turned out we lost that bubba (and they did not ever end up going on their alleged holiday - methinks it was attention seeking).
Then we got preg again. We decided not to tell anyone, just in case and sadly we lost that one too. The mc dragged on a bit, starting unfortunately on Christmas Day. My belly was sore (funnily enough) and I must have rubbed it at one some point though I don't remember doing so, because MIL cornered DH and said "sooooooo, do you two have news for everyone??? I saw amm touching her belly!" Poor DH, who was upset enough about it just said shortly "no good news, no" and walked off. He ended up telling his dad what was going on and FIL told MIL to pull her head in. Seriously, if we had something to tell - we'd bloody well tell!
Then DH's cousin and his wife got pregnant for the 3rd time. They already have two little boys and a scan showed the 3rd was a little boy too. MIL was saying "oh no, how sad! Another little boy" and other similar things. Unfortunately they lost that bub, and I can bloody well bet that DH's cousin and his wife would have been happy with another healthy boy rather than a 16 week mc!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! You've got me going now! Lol!
Oh and an aunty whom I don't particularly like saw me the other night and said "Hi fatty". OMG, at least I have a reason for my big belly, unlike her! Sheesh!