Oh man, I've turned into that daughter in law. the passive aggressive one. Kristina - I am going to borrow your Karate chopping stress relief coping mechanism if that is ok. My ILs mean well but I seriously am about ready to go postal on their butts and if DH knows what is best for him, he'll stage an intervention before I get to them. It'll go better that way.
ILs have been all about grandbabies since before DH and I were married. I'm talking serious pressure. At first I ignored, but they didn't stop, Then we said "when there is something to tell, you'll be the first to know" and it hasn't stopped so I've had to resort to getting passive aggressive about it and I hate it. I don't like to be like that but I don't know what else to do.
Today, I posted on facebook about how I was having mixed feelings about our tax checks clearing the bank. On one hand, I was thrilled we got them paid (we owed a number more than 1 with some extra zeros after it) but on the other, it basically wiped out ALL of our money. A family friend was joking about how we needed a new CPA and I was joking back about how I needed to get a lower tax bracket. MIL chimes in about how she knows a fantastic way to get a new tax credit. I thought about deleting it - but I decided to respond by saying "yep - make more charitable contributions". I know darn well what she meant and I really wish she would stop. The digs coming from her about us not having kids yet are so blatantly obvious that my own mother has even noticed them and said something to me about it. For goodness sake, we just had to wipe out our entire savings account last week - now is NOT the time to be having a kid!!
I can't delete her without causing drama. I can't reduce what she sees on my profile without causing drama. I have no good way of dealing with her. I'm trying very hard to let it roll but it annoys the heck out of me. For all she knows, we're having infertility issues. And to top it all off, we're spending Easter with DH's Grandparents who, believe it or not, are even MORE blatant about their expectations regarding the immediate occupancy of my uterus. And they wonder why we don't spend much time with them?
OK, vent over.