My husband’s mother emotionally overwhelmed me when she suddenly asked to assist me with the baby shower most helpfully. However, she had something else in mind that aimed to erase me, but I wasn’t having it!
When my mother-in-law (MIL), Margaret, offered to throw and plan a baby shower for me, I genuinely thought she was trying to be kind. But I should’ve known better because all she did was embarrass and paint me in a bad light in front of friends and family!
An unhappy pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney
I was eight months pregnant, and everything hurt, my feet, my hips, and even my eyelashes felt sore! My OB kept telling me to rest more, so when Margaret leaned across my kitchen island one day and said, “Let me take this off your plate, sweetie. You just focus on resting and growing that baby,”
I almost started bawling right there over the sink full of dishes! My eyes went wide with surprise! I felt like maybe I was dropping the ball by not planning my baby shower myself. But I was exhausted and honestly relieved someone wanted to take over!
A woman plotting | Source: Midjourney
“Are you sure?” I asked tentatively, feeling uncertain of my MIL’s intentions but desperate for the help.
“Absolutely. It would be my honor!” she offered. “You just rest up, you and the baby need it.”
“Oh, Margaret! You have no idea how much this means to me!” I said, gladly relinquishing everything to her.
I gave her the guest list, the registry link, and a carefully curated Pinterest board for the theme, titled “Baby Harper’s Day.” I even offered to help set up if she needed it! She waved me off.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”
And technically, she did.
Except what she planned wasn’t a baby shower. It was a full-blown tribute to herself!
A woman working on her laptop | Source: Midjourney
See, my friends and other female relatives were all inundated with their own lives and issues. Others were out of the country, while some were having family problems or hard times at work. They weren’t negligent or anything, it’s just that life happens sometimes.
However, they’d all promised to block out the date and attend no matter what. Plus, they had offered to make it up to me by babysitting as much as they could when the time came.
So you see, I really needed my MIL’s help.
Two remorseful friends | Source: Midjourney
Margaret has always had a way of spinning the room around her like a tornado: big smiles, big stories, and even bigger sighs when she doesn’t get the reaction she wants! She once cried during my bridal shower because no one clapped loud enough after her speech.
She also introduces herself like she’s reading from a teleprompter: “Mom of three, nurse of 30 years, and soon-to-be BEST Grandma!” She’s even said it to a gas station attendant and a confused cashier!
A confused cashier | Source: Midjourney
Still, I told myself this time might be different. Maybe this was her way of trying to connect. Maybe this was her version of nesting.
Oh, Mia. You naive, bloated fool!
The morning of the shower, I was more excited than I expected. I wore a lilac dress with soft ruffles, picked specifically to match the theme I’d dreamed up: Wildflowers and Woodland Creatures. I even curled my hair, even though it felt like lifting dumbbells with every pass of the curling iron.
A happy pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney
When my husband, Eric, helped me out of the car in front of the rented venue, I froze while feeling a sinking in the pit of my stomach. There was a giant white-and-gold banner strung across the gift table in the entryway that read: “Welcoming My Grandchild!”
Not “Celebrating Baby Harper.”
Not even “Mia’s Baby Shower.”
Just… “My Grandchild.”
Underneath, in slightly smaller text: “Hosted by Margaret — Grandma’s Little Angel and Future Best Grandma Ever.”
A banner at a baby shower | Source: Midjourney
My husband blinked, then turned to me with that same deer-in-headlights look he had the day he accidentally shrunk all my maternity leggings in the dryer.
“Babe… did you know about this?”
“Nope,” I said, pressing a hand to my stomach as Harper gave a solid kick like she knew we’d just stepped into weird territory.
Inside, it got worse!
A surprised pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney
Each table had a centerpiece, but instead of florals or baby-themed decorations, every vase held framed photos of Margaret in her younger years as a mother! My MIL holding Eric as a baby, her in a nurse’s uniform, and Margaret in a hospital bed with her firstborn, tears streaming down her face!
I scanned the room, hoping for something—anything—that connected to me or the actual baby I was still carrying!
Nothing.
A table with a framed photos as centerpieces | Source: Midjourney
The cake was a two-tier lemon sponge with “Can’t Wait to Be a Grandma!” written across the top in gold cursive script.
No mention of Harper.
Not a single sonogram photo was in sight. None of the registry gifts we’d hoped for were on the table. No diaper raffle. No “Mommy-to-be” sash. No one even knew my due date unless they asked, and they did!
It was like Margaret had created a parallel universe where I was just a surrogate carrying her grandchild!
A happy woman at an event | Source: Midjourney
Eric wanted to confront Margaret then and there, but I had no energy to fight. I begged him to leave it and promised him that everything would be fine, even though I knew it wouldn’t. I just wanted to get this thing over and done with, because a part of me blamed myself for allowing Margaret to play me like she had.
I smiled. I thanked people. I posed for pictures. And every time someone tilted their head and commented, “Margaret said you didn’t want to be involved,” or “Margaret said you were too tired to even care,” and “She said you didn’t care about the registry we got,” I clenched my jaw so tight I thought I’d chip a molar!
An upset pregnant woman pretending | Source: Midjourney
I overheard Margaret telling her sister, “She’s not really a planner. Doesn’t like the spotlight. I knew I had to step in.” Her sister nodded like my MIL was some unsung hero instead of the steamroller she actually was!
I wanted to scream as I stood there in a dress meant to match the theme I’d chosen, a theme she ignored! Instead, I sat through it. I told myself I’d deal with it later. Maybe even laugh about it one day.
Then came the toast.
A woman about to make a toast | Source: Midjourney
Margaret tapped her glass with a fork and dabbed a single tear from the corner of her eye like she was accepting an award!
“It’s been so hard planning this all alone,” she said, holding up her glass, her voice shaking with faux emotion. “But anything for my grandbaby! I know they’ll grow up knowing their grandma did everything she could for them, right from the start.”
People clapped as they turned their heads to me. I did too, trying to cover my embarrassment, but I knew in that moment what exactly I’d do the next day because I’d made note of everything!
An upset pregnant woman plotting | Source: Midjourney
Eric squeezed my knee. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered after he picked me up and we got home. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“Neither did I,” I muttered, forcing a tight smile for the next group selfie.
But that night, I stood in the nursery for a long time, staring at the decorations I made by hand. The ones I’d asked Margaret to hang at the baby shower. She hadn’t.
She hadn’t used a single decoration I made!
Hadn’t sent out the digital invites I created!
Hadn’t included the custom cake topper I ordered with Harper’s name!
She didn’t just forget me, she erased me!
An unhappy pregnant woman at home | Source: Midjourney
So, I posted a quiet carousel on Facebook.
It included the woodland-themed decorations I’d made. The cake topper with Harper’s name: “Baby Harper—Coming Soon.” The invitation mockup with lavender wildflowers and soft script.
And the caption: So grateful to finally celebrate our little one, despite the things that were quietly erased.
No tags. No names. No drama.
Just facts.
A pregnant woman posting on Facebook | Source: Midjourney
What I didn’t expect was for the comments to come in fast!
“Wait, you designed these?”
“I thought Margaret said you didn’t want to plan anything?”
“Why didn’t we see any of this at the party??”
“She told us you weren’t involved??”
Turns out, Margaret had told everyone I was too exhausted, too overwhelmed, too checked out to be involved!
She made it sound like she was swooping in to save the day!
But once people saw the post, the narrative cracked.
Her glow dimmed.
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
Margaret called me five times that afternoon! Left three voicemails!
“It was just a misunderstanding.”
“You embarrassed me.”
“You’re making this personal.”
But it was personal! Because she’d made me invisible, at my own baby shower!
She’d made it all about her when it was supposed to be about us.
A shocked woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney
Two weeks later, at my husband’s suggestion and planning, we had a do-over!
Nothing fancy. Just a handful of people who actually care. Close friends, Eric’s sister, my mom, some relatives, and the theme I originally envisioned!
There were wildflowers. A soft instrumental playlist of lullabies. Mason jars filled with lavender lemonade. My handmade decorations dotted the room. And a banner that read: “Celebrating Baby Harper and Her Mama.”
No Margaret.
Eric didn’t fight me on that. He just nodded and helped hang the banner.
A man about to hang a banner | Source: Midjourney
“I love this,” I whispered, sitting on the couch as everyone cooed over the gifts and asked about the due date.
“Me too,” he said, rubbing my back gently. “This is how it should’ve been.”
I didn’t post about that second shower.
I didn’t need to.
But Margaret heard about it. And I think—just maybe—that was enough.
Because here’s the thing, I am sure now she realizes: You can plan the party all you want. But if you erase the mother, don’t be surprised when the spotlight doesn’t follow you home!
A happy pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney
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Amber, 24, is obsessed with tattoos and has covered her whole body in ink
One of the biggest benefits of being an adult is that you can do whatever you want (of course, as long as you are within the boundaries of the law). You can wear whatever you desire and look however you please.
Amber Luke is a girl that took her individuality to the next level, without caring one bit about what others think of her.
This Australian 24-year-old aims to cover her entire body with tattoos before turning 25. And now she is one step closer to her goal – as she has covered her breasts with ink, reports the Daily Star.
Amber’s journey to cover herself with tattoos started when she was 16. Her fascination with ink was something that would change her entire life.
Over the years, Amber has got tattoos all over her body.
She has really done everything in her power to get as much ink in her as possible. She has covered most of her body with tattoos.
It has not been a smooth process, last year when she tattooed her eyes, things almost ended terribly.
“Unfortunately, my artist went too deep into my eyeball. I was blind for three weeks. That was pretty brutal”.
The alternative model has also opened up about the fact that she has been struggling with mental illness. She is currently training to be a counsellor – she hope she can help others with similar problems in the future.
“Society is so full of hatred and invalid opinions of you and what you look like… You wouldn’t bother to ask what I do with my life – I’m studying a diploma of counselling just to be able to assist people’s mental illnesses,” Amber told Daily Star.
Now on her breasts
The latest step in Amber’s quest to be completely covered in tattoos was doing it on her breasts.
“Completed tiddies,” Amber wrote to her 64,600 Instagram followers while proudly displaying the result.
Amber Luke before pictures
Next in her list are her thighs. But Amber is already thinking of tattooing her entire left arm black.
But of course, Amber has not always been covered in ink.
Just a few days ago, she shared a photo from her past life that revealed how she looked like a blonde.
The picture, taken 5 years ago, really shows what an incredible transformation she has undergone!
”5 years difference. Let me tell you something… at 20 years old I got a ‘floating neck’ tattoo. I had no facial or hand or chest tattoos. Just a big throat piece. I was given so much shit and hate for my actions. I decided at 20 to say ‘fuck ya’ll, I’m getting what I want too’ and I went for it,” she wrote.
Here at Newsner, we don’t just write about heartwarming and trending stories. We also follow people who live their lives differently, and it is our opinion that everyone deserves the same respect no matter how they choose to live their lives!
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