My MIL Offered to Host My Baby Shower to ‘Take the Stress off My Plate’—Then Turned It Into a Celebration of Herself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A happy pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed that story, then the following one about MIL who tried sabotaging her daughter-in-law‘s (DIL) wedding day, will have you shocked! The DIL thought she was defeated until those close to her helped her get revenge!

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In any case, sir, my spouse used to tell me that I had a behind capable of raising the dead from their graves. I wish to avoid taking any chances.
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Millionaires are Jamie Lee Curtis and her spouse Christopher Guest. However, for the past 30 years, the famous couple has made the decision to reside in the same stunning home.

In December 2022, Jamie Lee Curtis and Christopher Guest celebrated their 38th wedding anniversary. Throughout their marriage, they have resided in the same home. Annie and Ruby, their children, grew up in the beautiful house.

Jamie Lee Curtis is a Hollywood royalty, descended from actor Tony Curtis and actress Janet Leigh. She developed a prosperous acting career by following in their footsteps and starring in beloved films like “Halloween” and “Freaky Friday.”

Curtis has received recognition for her exceptional acting abilities throughout her career. She was previously nominated for a Golden Globe for the sitcom “Anything But Love.” She was raised in Los Angeles, first as an adult and subsequently with her parents.

Curtis is one of the few well-known writers who has won over critics and book lovers in addition to her acting profession. She became well-known for writing children’s books when she released “When I Was Little: A Four-Year-Old’s Memoir of Her Youth” in 1993.

Books that her kids inspired

Actor-Filmmaker Christopher Guest is credited by Curtis with inspiring her two children. The basis for her second novel, “Tell Me Again About The Night I Was Born,” which was released in 1996, came from the adoption of their oldest child, Annie.

Jamie Lee Curtis and Ruby, formerly known as Thomas Guest during the Premiere Of Walt Disney Animation Studios' "Wreck-It Ralph" at the El Capitan Theatre on October 29, 2012 | Source: Getty Images

She co-wrote the New York Times best-selling book “Today I Feel Silly and Other Moods That Make My Day” two years later. She wrote “Is There Really a Human Race?” in 2006, drawing inspiration from Ruby, her adoptive daughter.

HER MATERNITY WITH CHRISTIPH GUEST

Since 1984, Curtis and her spouse have been joined in marriage. She has expressed her gratitude to the man countless times, and she is thrilled to spend the rest of her life with him. On their 36th anniversary of marriage, she wrote:

“My hand is in his.” Both then and now. Our children, families, and friends were the connections in our emotional chain, guiding us through both success and failure.

Curtis previously talked candidly about the instant she realized she would marry Guest. The actress made it real when she saw his photo in a Rolling Stone publication in 1984, right before the premiere of “This Is Spinal Tap.”

The actress claimed that she gestured to a picture of Guest sporting a plaid shirt. She pointed at him and informed her companion that she would marry that man even though she had never seen him before.

Curtis decided to take a chance and called Guest’s agent the very following day. If Guest was interested, she asked him to phone her and gave him his number.

Sadly, he never phoned, and she continued living her life and dating other men. She drove to Hugo’s restaurant in West Hollywood after they broke up. She looked up there and noticed Guest three tables away.

She waved back to Guest when he had finished waving. He raised his hand and gave a shrug as he stood up to go. He phoned her the very next day, and they went on their first date a few days later.

After a few months, Guest took a plane to New York City to record “Saturday Night Live” for a whole year. They were totally enamored with one another at the time, and they haven’t looked back.

The 1920s Spanish Colonial Revival house that Curtis entered in 1992 would end up being her first residence. Regarding the interior design of the home, the actress said, “There’s not one piece that I didn’t go out and buy or that I can’t tell you a story about,” acknowledging that at the time she thought she could make any place beautiful.

For Guest, however, it was not. Curtis revealed that he would frequently display disdain in his facial expressions when house hunting. But he was different for this particular property.

He began examining the eucalyptus trees around the house and its terracotta roof tiles before concluding that they ought to buy it. He would subsequently say that the home’s park-like environment had pleased him.

Despite being built in 1929, the house had not been modified when the previous owners moved in. As a result, they enlisted Jan McFarland Cox’s assistance to revitalize the house, which is now light and spacious.

The house is filled with traces of Curtis’s two children. She combined aspects of a more modern zen design with those of an ancient traditional Mediterranean home.

Curtis and Guest’s belief that fusing old and new is an integral part of who they are is reflected in the home. The home serves as an inspiration for the children’s book author to produce works of art.

The couple worked with architect Michael B. Lehrer and his wife Mia on renovations and landscape design while they were renovating the home before moving in. Before remodeling the master bedroom and bathroom, they started on adding bedrooms for their kids.

After remodeling the basement level, Lehrer opened up the kitchen to create a family area—a location that Curtis refers to as “the emotional center of the house.” She asked Cox to design interiors that highlighted the Mediterranean roots of the home.

Curtis and Guest are positive that they have brought happiness into the house. “I think it’s like anything: it’s a work in progress,” a guest once said. This house will continue to exist.

It’s true that Curtis uses wall art, hanging fabric dividers, and kitchen towels to hang inspirational sayings to keep the home lively. Timeless hardwood furnishings that maintain the Mediterranean aesthetic perfectly complement their home’s light and airy ambiance.

Curtis and Guest created a devoted household, but they also shared a profound understanding of what it meant to be “home” with one another. When I pull up and see that you are home, I feel protected, the actress once wrote a song for her husband.

She feels that the song’s words, despite their simplicity, perfectly capture what it means to be in a long marriage. She values the security that comes from knowing her spouse is home and that she is not by herself.

Now that they are empty nesters, Curtis and Guest take solace in their time spent together. Their daughter Ruby changed from her prior identity as Thomas, and their oldest daughter Annie is now married.

At the age of 25, Ruby, the second of Curtis’s two children with Guest, made the decision to transition. With Ruby teaching her to reject the notion that gender is fixed, Curtis is ecstatic for her children.

Ruby married in 2022 in the same manner that Annie is already married. Curtis was pleased to announce that she presided over her daughter’s wedding.

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