Dawndonna I hope your day gets better. My mother is the most thoughtless present buyer. I always thought it would've been nice for her to buy me something that she had put thought into and not something inappropriate that she thought I needed. Buying something for you that your DH will like really takes the biscuit though. What a cow.
Rhinestone to carry on with why my mother made my pregnancies hell on my 3rd pregnancy (baby now 18months)which was the main reason why I'd come to the end of my tether with her and decided enough was enough was because when I got to 8 weeks pregnant I started being sick, basically I had severe Hyperemesis and couldn't even hold water down. My sense of smell was heightened and there was a smell in the downstairs of my house that I couldn't stand and even the thought of it made me sick so I was confined to my bedroom (wrong time of year to go outside in the garden). At one point I couldn't even have a duvet cover, sheets or pillows on the bed and slept on the bare mattress as the smell of washing powder made me sick, I would open my eyes at night and be sick etc etc. It was awful and my GP wanted to put me in hospital but I eventually managed to get it under some kind of control when she put me on anti sickness tablets that knocked me out which was fine as when I was asleep I wasn't being sick. This lasted until I was 16 weeks.
During this time my mother was a complete and utter bitch to me. At 9 weeks pregnant she made me tell everyone although I kept saying to her I wanted to wait until after the 12 week scan she said I had to tell people, if I didn't she would as she didn't want to lie to people anymore.
She phoned me up one day to tell me that it was all in my head. It didn't smell in my house and I would have to get out of bed sometime.
Things went from bad to worse when my DH had a breakdown when I was 16 weeks. He had some issues with his parents and work and we were the worse off financially we had ever been. It was the weekend before Christmas and until then we hadn't had the money to buy the DC's any presents. We got in the car to go shopping and didn't make it down the road as there was something wrong with the car. We had no money to fix it and it sent DH over the edge.
My mother revelled in this as it was obviously my fault that DH had had a breakdown. I shouldn't have been so ill and in bed. Her boss said to me one day "I don't think your marriage would've lasted if you'd stayed in bed for your whole pregnancy". WTF? Where did she get that from??? I wonder. 
As my 2nd baby, DS was 10lb14oz when born and I had a 3rd degree tear I was told by a colorectal (sp?) surgeon that I should have a C-Section as basically if I tore like that again I would be incontinent from the back passage. A C-Section was my worst case scenario. I was frightened about having major abdominal surgery and my mother made my fears and apprehensions so much worse. She told me that it was the easiest option for these doctors to send a woman for a C-Section (where she gets her info from I don't know), she also loved to point out everytime I saw or spoke to her that I wouldn't be able to drive for 6 week, lift the kettle or do any hoovering!! She went on and on for weeks until she focused her attentions on the date of my operation. Everyday she would text me to find out when the date was, never asking how I was. She was obcessed by it. One day DH, DC's and I had managed to get out in the garden all day and at the end of the day I was laid in the bath, DD was on the computer and DH was playing Lego with DS in his room and the phone rang. We were all content with what we were doing and none of us were going to stop what we were doing to run downstairs and answer the phone! So then my mobile rang, then the homephone, then the mobile etc etc and this went on and on for over 2 hours. DH and I were so cross it became a matter of principle that we didn't answer the phone. After this incedent my DM started to tell people that I wasn't talking to her as I wouldn't answer the phone to her!
There were so many things, too many to list. One day she took one look at me, no "hello how are you?" just a "your feet and ankles are getting fat mampam". Thank you mother you are so kind.
She got in a strop because after weeks of telling me that my C-Section date fell at the wrong time as her boss was on holiday at that time and she would have to provide cover I arranged for DC's to stay with their father whilst I was in hospital. That was wrong.
When I had DD2 DH had to virtually beat her away from the hospital with a stick. She couldn't understand why I didn't want any visitors on the same day as having my operation.
She became obsessed with DD2, freakishly so. For example, if I was holding her she would stand next to me and grab her arm. Not hurting her but so as you couldn't move away. She also used to put her face so close up to DD2. DD2 hated it and used to scream. The worst thing she used to do was to stroke DD2's face and head but in such a way and it was so over the top that it used to make DH and I feel very uncomfortable.
I have never trusted my mother with my kids. It's a feeling that I cannot explain. If she was ever late bringing them home, something at the back of my mind would say "she's taken them".
Like many other mothers on this thread mine likes to be in control and that is what it is all about turning up to DD1's school. It terrifies me though because I do not trust her. But what can I do? DD1 has to catch the bus home.
This has been quite cathartic for me typing all of this. Thank you Rhinestone. My mother was also very controlling of me and emotionally abused me and she was also occasionally violent towards me when I was a child. My step father used to stick up for me in the beginning (from about the age of 8) but as he got ground down by her over the years became an enabler. Eventually I just saw him as a milder version of her. I remember one incedent when I was pregnant with DD2 and my mother was still in a strop with me for not answering the phone for the 2 hours she had kept ringing me and they came to our house. Mother hardly said a word but SF seemed to have taken on her role to criticise. We didn't have very much growing in our greenhouse, the paddling pool was in the wrong position in the garden, why didn't we have Sky TV, why didn't we get a new car, the sausages we were BBQing were too fatty, it was too cold to sit outside etc etc.