18 weeks 1 day
There has been much discussion and contemplations of when to tell who.
I am fine with my in-laws knowing the we are expecting.
I am fine with telling my sister and Mr. Duck’s brother that we are expecting.
I am fine with telling my father.
But, my mother, well, I sorta wish I could just leave her out of it.
She will buy crap (literally crap from the dollar store and send it to my house and I will have to truck it all to goodwill).
This is the story of Christmas, no matter how much I beg, plead, demand, yell, scream, she ALWAYS sends me shit for Christmas (5 different types of chocolate – when I specifically asked for NONE, a cross – when she asked me if I wanted a cross I told her it would be thrown in the garbage – so she sends me a cross, yoyos, spin-tops, board games I liked 20 years ago).
I despise with all my being having crap in my house.
I despise receiving crap that will go into a landfill and it is beyond me how I can get this woman to stop giving me shit.
I have done everything humanly possible.
I told her that it ruins Christmas for me, yet she still gives me this SHIT.
So, in light of that (and her recent inability to keep my surgery secret from the entire Fucking world) I do not want to tell her that I am expecting until the babies are born. Then, and only then, can she know that they exist.
And honestly, I don’t even know if I want her to know then.
(plus I am afraid that she will show up in Toronto – I want to be ALONE with my husband and my children for at least 6 weeks after they are born).
Anyone have any suggestions for how to get your mother to respect your wishes? Because clearly she has no desire to respect my wishes in any other aspect of my life, why would I think that she would respect this part of my life?