Yes it's a MIL one (my MIL is generally lovely though).
She's been visiting for the weekend and we'd told her early about the pregnancy as we'd had a spotting scare (waiting on an early scan next week).
All we've had all weekend is "YOU'LL be doing this" "you can't possibly live here and be out and about with a pram" (we live about 3/4 mile from the local shops, yes it's up a hill but it's easily walkable with a pit stop on the bench halfway up and I have a car anyway), "You will HAVE to move nearer to the town" (into tiny terraced houses with naff parking.
Then we had the "Oh you'll only buy X and Y for the nursery and you'll have that chest of drawers and that bit of furniture from your other room in there."
She was even winding hubby up by the end of it and he's the most laid back creature known to man - so it's not just me being hormonal - but I've got things relatively under control, we're house hunting to buy but we know our search area, we know what prices are, I know the local schools better than most parents to be (I've taught in most of them), and I know full well I can survive with/without cars around here anyway - I planned to be walking the wheels off the pushchair/pram and getting out and about. I know what I need for the nursery and I know what furniture I have from around the house that can be reused... oh and she was telling hubby how he was running scared, not wanting to look at baby stuff because he can't adjust to the idea of being a daddy - when he WANTS to look at stuff, just without her breathing down our necks and he's been trying to avoid it completely in case anything's wrong at the scan next week and again at 12 weeks... she STILL kept on with the "Oh leave him alone he doesn't want to look at things because he needs time to adjust" and "Don't mention he's going to be a daddy because he'll get stressed" - just making me feel like some completely unreasonable mummyzilla - because in reality it's HER being unable to deal with her son being a grown mature man and not some bumbling source of teenage amusement like the family tend to view him as.
But yeah - am I unreasonable that I've got mental costings of what I need, I know what's unnecessary fluff (some of which I'll go for for the awww factor anyway) and I've actually got a pretty well worked out plan of how we'll function if I have use of the car, or no use of the car - and that we'd actually quite like to find our way on this one by ourselves with gentle guidance rather than a coned off contra-flow?
Thankfully she'll be less annoying when baby comes as perfect SiL (the one who's accepted as being mature and an adult and not just the funny little child in the family - which really winds me up that they view hubby like this when he's a fantastic, sensible, calm, forward planning man) will sprog a couple of months before me so our baby won't get a look in... and we'll get some peace!
Seriously if my mother starts this rubbish when I tell her I'm pregnant as well - I'm digging a moat, installing a drawbridge and cutting off the phone!
I've made her sound rotten and she's not really - we do get on very well but gawd she was even getting on hubby's wick wtih the "oh he can't deal with being a daddy" routine (she should see the grin on his face when you remind him he's going to be to see just how ready he is for this). Just feels she's putting ideas into his head that are in no way there - and I know full well she won't be doing this with SiL's husband - but his entire family rib my husband (and they've started trying it with me) as the immature funny quirky ones who really don't understand the grown up world (and that's despite me being older than his flipping sister)!
My tongue is now sore from biting it all weekend - and we're back looking happily at THREE BED (not the two she'd declared we needed as we'd only be having one kid according to her) houses in the area WE want - where we know neighbours talk to each other, look out for each other and it's a bit further out from the town centre.
Seriously - she thinks I'm going to be out every day buying sausages for tea and faffing about individual shops like a TV chef persued by a camera crew... we've got Tesco 2 minutes up the road!