To my MIL: Just stop talking, really just stop all together. Everything out of your mouth is negative or hateful, or sarcastic. Sorry you don't like that I married your son and am carrying his child, but we are happy, and have been for 10 years. I'm not going anywhere and he isn't going to leave me, so back the F off. Also, we will have as many kids as WE want. You do not decide how many kids we will have. And no, we weren't being irresponsible by not getting genetic testing before we got pregnant (like you tell everyone). We know that our daughter is gone and that she died from a genetic disorder, but it isn't something we can test for, we asked actually professionals who told us that e could only check things afterwards when it comes to trisomy disorders. Stop calling this baby an it, or pretending s/he does not exist. This baby is real, has checked out to be healthy, and moves like you could not believe. We love this baby and my parents have been excited since day one and have tried to be supportive even though we are all scared. We know what we are getting into, we know we won't be sleeping, and will be dealing with crying and poopie diapers, we are looking forward to it. We never got her hear our little girl cry, I want this baby to come out wailing! One was enough for you, that's great. We want 2 or 3. This decision will be made between me and my husband, not you and my husband.
to my mother: Stop harassing me. I know you think you are being concerned, but you are causing me stress. No, I don't want to hear about the people you let live with you who have already stole from you once. They are not my family, they are not welcome in my home. When I have a doctor's appointment, don't call and text me while I am there. I told you I would call you when I get out, I always do. You are causing me stress. You caused me so much stress yesterday, my blood pressure was high and now they are running test on me to make sure I don't have preeclampsia. I don't. I've been checking my blood pressure. It is only high when you purposely push my buttons. Oh, and stop saying that Dad wanted to know. If he did, he would call me, he doesn't play these games. Oh, and you will not be staying at my house when the baby is born or to "help" the week I bring this child home. It is something for my husband and I, not you, we have earned it, deal with it.
To my sister: You are in the situation you are in because you put yourself there. You decided to live in a dump, and everyone told you the apartment couldn't be legal and the house was not safe, don't blame everyone else and complain that the place is condemned. We all saw it coming, you didn't want to. Also, the world doesn't revolve around you. You put yourself in horrible situations and want to complain about it all the time. You tried to ruin my birthday dinner, that you didn't even show up to, but calling people and yelling at them, so they couldn't enjoy the few hours they had to visit with me. And I still sent you a gift, and I don't expect one from you because money is tight, so why do you have to try to ruin my birthday? When you called me to complain and I told you it would have to wait and that you were concerned for me and you hung up, I knew you were lying, we all did. Wake up, get a real job instead of working 6 hours a week making no money from people who treat you like shit. And don't expect to use my house as a hotel IF you go back to school in the fall. I will be very pregnant and I don't need you coming in after midnight and waking my husband and I up, and eventually, the baby.
to my grandma: Don't judge what I eat. I am eating less than you, controlling my gd without fast acting insulin, and you are the one eating things you shouldn't be. And crossing my legs will not squish the baby, I am uncomfortable as it is, I will sit how I need to to get comfortable. Also, I know you are not excited about this baby, and you love other people's kids while refusing to be supportive of me. That's fine. But don't pretend like I don't see it. It does hurt, and while I know part of it is just being nervous, this baby is coming, get used to it.
to my friends: I notice you aren't calling me and are not around me. I get some of it is being busy and part of it is just that you don't know how to act around me. I am happy about this baby, this baby was planned. You can visit every once in a while. I would love that.
To my relatives, mom, and people in general: I know you think "delaying" my shower until after the baby is born will help me because I never got to bring Amelia home, but it is just the opposite. It feels like everyone is expecting something to happen to this baby too, no matter how many test say this baby is healthy. I didn't get to have one with my Mia, I didn't get to celebrate her birth as it was an emergency, then she was ill and then she was gone. I never just got to be happy she was here, even though I loved her more than I have ever loved anyone in this world. Having a shower would help me feel confident that I will be bringing a baby home. It will do this because it will show everyone feels the same. If the worst happened, I would still love this baby. But the doctors say this baby is healthy. It feels like I am being punished. I just want to celebrate this child. This baby is going to be born around Christmas, so by the time we would have a shower, it would be February, so please, do it or don't, waiting that long is only going to stress me out. And please do it a state away. I will not be driving 2 hours each way, it's too much for me. I can't do it, I am high risk, and my doctors don't want me doing too much. If you can't be happy for me, than just don't say anything or do anything.
To my husband: Thank you for being awesome. You are the only person in my life who supports me and loves me unconditionally. Sometimes you forget it's hard being pregnant, but you get it most of the time and apologize if you say anything insensitive. I am thrilled to be having this baby with you and love our life together.
