Not so much...
So Saturday night we were hanging out with the IL's because DH's grandpa and his wife were in town for the weekend. DH's uncle and cousins were also over to visit too. We started talking about Labor Day.
DH's family has a tradition of camping at his uncle's farm outside of Peoria, IL every Labor Day. I've gone every year I've been with DH. It's a fun time. We just hang out and drink (well none for me this year!), swim in the pond, have bonfires, DH's cousin sometimes brings his band out to play for us. We are in a tent all weekend.
I was wondering aloud about what we were going to do next year. It wasn't like a serious thing, it's just more, "Dang this time next year there's going to be a whole other person!"
My FIL says, "Well the baby can just sleep in the camper with us!" (Which IDK how I feel about that if I won't be in there. The baby will barely be 5 months at that point. But honestly, until said baby is here and it's next year, I'm not going to worry about it. There's so many other things to worry about in the interim.)
DH's uncle chimes in and says, "There better be no breast feeding in the camper!"
::record scratch:: What the what?
I said, "Don't you worry, I'll make sure to sit right out at the picnic tables to nurse the baby."
I mean, I *plan* on nursing, but we all know how plans go. I was just incredulous that he would say that. But honestly, knowing his uncle, I'm not surprised. He means well most the time, but he's pretty ignorant and def. suffers from foot-in-mouth disease. I was just taken aback for a few seconds that he just busted out with that.
Oy. He's going to be a fun one.