Patricia outdid us. I received a Facebook notification on dinner day. She shared our pregnancy announcement with family tags.
Devastated. She destroyed our careful planning and deprived us of the time to share the news together.
She subsequently said, “I was just so excited,” but her apologies never quite reached remorse.
What about baby names? Wow, another stunning border crossing.
Since my pregnancy announcement, Daniel and I had been debating baby names. Ezra for boys and Quinn for girls were our final choices after months of consideration.
We wanted a little magic for ourselves by keeping the names confidential until the gender reveal.
Patricia shared them with her bridge group before you could say “oversharing.”
There’s nothing like meeting one of your MIL’s friends at the grocery store and getting a negative lecture about your “eccentric” baby names.
Patricia giggled when I challenged her.
I’m sorry. She said, “I forgot you wanted to keep it secret and everyone was asking!” “Don’t mind Margaret. She intended good. You chose odd names.”
I was really careful when we decided on a gender reveal party.
I had a list of everything I needed to control to make Patricia-proof. It had to be small so I could plan and do most of the work.
One night, I sighed in bed, worrying about everything that could go wrong.
“It would be easier to just not invite her,” I told Daniel.
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