Long story short, my dad is pretty much the only one who doesn't know about baby. We wanted to wait to make sure we got through the first trimester and so far, so good! I also wanted to show him the ultrasound strip. So DH and I are taking him to lunch tomorrow. Now here is my dilemma: I have never been close to my SM and DH doesn't care for her one bit. She is very judgey and condescending and DH doesn't like to be around her for fear of saying the wrong thing to her (in response to her rude, ignorant comments) and disrespecting my dad.

I am not even 12 weeks so we obviously don't know the gender and everyone we've told (we aren't sharing on Facebook) is asking what names we have and giving suggestions. DH says to ignore them because it's not their kid and their opinions don't matter but my SIL is giving me sh*tty names everyday and input on my girl names. She literally asked if I've considered Harry Potter names. Major facepalm. We have two girl names we love but haven't considered boy names yet until we know for sure- we're hopeful for a girl.

As most of you know, there is nothing rewarding about being a SM. It is week on and I volunteered to take SD to camp so DH didn't have to come back home to pick her up. I thought 50/50 would be better for us but, as it turns out, it sucks. DH says SD "needs" us but after 5 years of BM as a main influence, I don't really like SD. I can't love her because I know she'll never love me. I have tried, though, only to be reminded that I'm a second class citizen.

By DH, of course. He asked me to take her to therapy yesterday and, like a good wife, I agreed to help him out so he'd get home sooner. SD drew a wolf (her teacher helped trace it, SD is 12 and can't do anything on her own) and asked me if I would help her trace the wolf onto her phone cover with a sharpie we bought. I told her that she is very capable of doing it herself. When I dropped her off at therapy, the picture flew in between my seat and the center console.