I was so excited this morning to find out that we’re having a little girl! But like everything, my family had to come along and ruin it for me.

My mom and I haven’t had a good relationship since before I was 10 years old. She’s emotionally abused me and criticized every choice I’ve made. Because of her, it’s a daily struggle to feel like I’m not worthless.

However, family is still important to me and I’ve always wanted that connection with my mom that I should have gotten. For the last few years, I’ve had my heart set on the middle name, Presley. My grandma’s middle name was Lee, my mom’s is Lee, mine is Ashley, so I thought I’d continue the tradition and have Presley as the middle name. Not only that, but I have always been an Elvis fan because when I was little I was convinced my grandpa was secretly Elvis. He passed when I was 10 and I miss him a lot.

Both my mom and grandma (my dad’s mom) told me they hated it and I need to rethink the name. Both used the argument, “think of what it’ll be like growing up with that name.” That’s when I lost it.

But before my mom could even comment on the name, I told her my doctor was concerned about PPD. My mother’s response to that was that she and my dad would take my little girl from me if needed.

I’m highly aware of my mental health, I’m highly educated on the subject as well (for someone who hasn’t been to school for psychology). While pregnancy has brought back some depression, I’m still in a much better mental state than I have been for most of my life. With proper treatment if I do get PPD, there should be no reason as to why my baby gets taken from me.

I’m at the point where I don’t want them to have any more information and I don’t want them anywhere near me and my little family. Just once, I wanted them to be happy for me.

ANYWAY, I’m so excited to meet my little girl, Skyler Presley. 💕