Doh -- thunder stolen

So my parents flew in on Sunday to spend Thanksgiving.  I waited until I got them home before I told DD "Let's show Grandma your new book!"  which was 'I'm a Big Sister'.  My mom took a look at it and said "oh, do you like this book?"  I look at my mom who is trying to talk to DD and ask her "Um, do you get it?"  "Oh, yes, I get it," she says blithely, "I had a hunch."  True -- the previous day she asked me point blank if I was pg (way to ruin a surprise -- if I want to tell you, I will) and I acted surprised and said "uh, just had a miscarriage end of September."  But still, both DH and I were kind of shocked by the underwhelming response.  No questions about when I was due, how far along I was, had I had a dr's appointment nothing.  So I ask "don't you want to know when I'm due?"  "Oh, I'll guess September."  Clearly math not her strong suit.  So I tell her when I'm due and how far along I am.  My dad acts more happy -- "that's great news!!!  How wonderful!!", etc.  My mom just acts like "I told you so".  She's not a horrible person but in terms of being all warm-fuzzy supportive, uh, yeah, that's not her.  She in fact pronounced me unable to tolerate pain at one point because I had bad menstrual cramps which she never had any.  I should've known but still a little disappointing.

And then my grandparents (her parents) call while DH, DD and I are busy with our final photo shoot of our package and tells them I'm pg and everything!!!  When I ask her "you didn't tell them I'm pg, did you?"  "Yes.  Why -- was I not supposed to?"  So I tell her that I had been waiting to tell them and oh, well, what was done was done.  But kind of sad I didn't get to tell my GP myself about their next great-grandchild. 

And at least I warned my sister what she was in for at Christmas and to call our GP right away after she broke the news...