So, I’m 14 weeks. For my entire pregnancy, everyone including myself was convinced I’d be having a girl. When I received my blood test results on Thursday, I told my immediate family and my boyfriend’s mom and sister. I’ve been dreaming of having a gender reveal party and knew exactly how I wanted it. My plan all along was to get the results and then plan a party 2 weeks later, which I told them both as soon as I knew I was pregnant. But, on Thursday, they literally texted/called my bf and I ALL DAY, asking when the party will be, why can’t we do it that night, telling us how unfair it is to make THEM wait. So, I decide it will be next Sunday. My dad works all this weekend, as does my mom. His mom responds “we can do it before they go to work”. Like, uh no, I’m not having it at the crack of dawn. And that wouldn’t work anyway because my parents have conflicting work schedules. I’m like, “no sorry I can’t do it on Saturday, and no I don’t want to do it tomorrow night because that’s too last minute.” So I suggest 3 other days, and she says no to every one of them! Either they are too far away or she works that night. I say, how about before you go to work (since it would be the afternoon, and she suggested we do it before my parents went to work). She still was like, “idk, I have to work that night...”

So I’m at my wits end. And my bf is just telling me “we don’t need to do a gender reveal at all...” so he’s not helping me talk to his family. I finally just text everyone the results (it’s a boy!)... and his mom and sister who thought it was a girl are clearly not thrilled.

So, all day yesterday I’m hysterical because they ruined my gender reveal, and my boyfriend wouldn’t speak up to them. I don’t feel comfortable saying anything to potentially offend them because I walk on eggshells with them because they have said mean things about me in the past, and treat me like I’m not pretty/social enough for their son. Not to mention, they constantly berate his other sister’s wife who is still grieving the baby she lost from last November.

My boyfriend comes home last night drunk, and yells at me for 30 mins straight how all I do is isolate myself, how he didn’t even want a gender reveal and it’s stupid that I did, that he hates that we live in my hometown (bc I asked him to move into MY HOUSE 2 years ago to help HIM save money), how we need to get an apartment near his family, how my family does nothing for us (even though my dad gave me this house and only charges us $600 for rent; meanwhile, his mom likes to win meaningless brownie points by randomly offering to buy us a couch but never does, and says she randomly bought us new patio furniture but has yet to show it to us after 5 months of supposedly having it), how my sister is psycho... and so many other things. When he was done yelling, he went right to sleep. Meanwhile, I’m running off 2 hours sleep and dreading my 1st Mother’s Day tomorrow because I know how lonely he’ll make me feel.

This is a terrible sign of the future of my son’s life. I’m just so sad and distraught now.