Gosh I feel this might be a long post, but I've never liked the inlaws. My OHs parents divorced and remarried when my OH was a toddler, his father moved down south then, and his mother moved to ireland when my OH was 16, leaving him behind. So he didnt see much of either of them, and only kept in touch via phonecalls. Suddenly when I met my OH they both became very interested. After 4 months we got a house together and for the first time in years the inlaws arranged visits to see their son. His mother invited herself to stay with us in our ONE bed flat for a week (and drove me insane!) And his father stayed with another family member nearby but visited us. Neither of them struck me as delightful people. When we found out I was pregnant his father crossed a line by announcing the news to people on facebook and telephoning people before we had a chance to do it ourselves (I was very early on, and quite unwell with no certainty of how the pregnancy was going) so I was distraught and had a big fall out with him over it. His mother visited when I was 7 months pregnant and tried to guilt me into going out in the town for drinks because it was my OHs birthday, we had already planned other things, yet had to cancel them and compromise to keep her happy. Instead we went to a pub close to home (where I drank water) and eventually were allowed to go home at 11pm. After my daughter was born it only got worse. My OHs father travelled up to "help out with travel" when I went into labour. He had offered to drive my OH home from the hospital as I was being kept in (nice enough..) only he invited himself into the delivery suite 15 minutes after Hollie was born, and remained there well past visiting hours until staff had to remove him as I was being moved to the new mums ward. The next morning he invited himself onto that ward and picked my baby up without asking. He sat there for hours despite being asked to leave by myself and my partner, and finally I text my mum asking her to ring the ward switchboard and ask for a midwife to come and remove him. After that he went home in a huff and left us alone for a while, but then it was the bloody mothers turn. She landed a week after Hollie was born, and just turned up at the house whilst I was trying to get me and baby bathed, dressed and fed. She got in the way, upset me several times, and then insisted I get out of the house, and made me walk around for 2 hours (with stitches and everything) and kept picking my daughter up (even after smoking and not washing her hands) and asking my OH to take pictures. Eventually I lost my cool and said I refused to have her anywhere near us again until she learned some respect, and we called my OHs dad and told him the same. After several months they each got one more chance and both blew them spectacularly. So now neither of them see my daughter, and they wont be seeing this baby either. His mother wrote me a snotty letter a few months ago saying I was being completely unreasonable and that I was spiteful and punishing my daughter by not letting her have a relationship with her grandmother. As if slagging me off would make me change my mind! Ugh. Sorry for the huge rant. Lol