Every day there is at least one lengthy e-mail about nothing. I don't care about what games sFIL is announcing, or how many pounds she's lost, or whether she went to the gym, or that she's spending the night at BIL's. I care even less at the second e-mail to let me know she won't actually be spending the night at BIL's.
She also wants to visit before baby. She doesn't seem to understand that I'm tired and we have a shitton to do and we might want to spend some time as a family.