I'm just a little frustrated. My mother has been driving me up a damn wall lately. I'm 16 weeks pregnant (SIXTEEN. FUCKING. WEEKS.) and she's already frantic about my baby shower. "Who's hosting it? Where will it be? If no one steps up, I'll do it; etiquette be damned!" I've had to mention to her a dozen times that the reason no one has offered to host it yet is because I'M NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH THE PREGNANCY. Cool your tits, ma'am. Then, on Christmas Day, she asked me what our plans were with the new baby for Christmas. That is literally an entire year away. And a long one (leap year), at that. Our Christmases are always so hectic; we haven't planned that far yet. Then she guilt trips me, saying she hopes we can squeeze her in /somewhere/ so she can see her new grand baby. Like we're going to be monsters and keep her away. I have a very good relationship with her, despite her toxicity and manipulativeness towards me in the past, but come on. Now she's been invited to my husband's aunt's New Year's party. She asked what she could bring. Simple - please bring a fruit tray so the kids have something to snack on. Two days later she asks if she can bring a cornbread dish. I mean, sure, but now, on top of the dish I'm already in the middle of preparing, now I also have to go out and buy fruit trays. I know it isn't expensive, but that's not the point. Christmas just passed, my husband and I are having a baby next year, and we're currently in the process of buying our first home. Money is tight, and I'm stressed as it is, packing up our house and dealing with the holidays on top of the purchasing process. Can you cut me a damn break? Back to the fucking grocery store I go. Sorry, ladies, I just needed to vent.😓