I need to do this, badly, so I don't disown my family. Join in if you'd like.
The theme of my open letters will be "What not to say to a pregnant woman". Let's begin:
Dear Grandma - I love you dearly, but if you make one more shitty comment about this baby's name I will fucking lose it. We're not changing his name because you don't like it, can't pronounce it, or think he'll hate me later for it. STFU.
Dear Grandma, brother, and sister - I understand that you think I'm insane for attempting to have a drug free birth. Good for you. Seeing as only one of the three of you has ever given birth (and that was 50 years ago) and none of you are remotely educated about it, I'd like you to shut your traps. Calling my doula a witch doctor one more time is going to result in bodily harm. And FYI, SO not appropriate christmas dinner conversation.
Dear relatives who haven't seen me in 16 years - My face isn't "full" from being pregnant, I actually haven't put on weight outside of my belly and boobs. The reason you think I look so much bigger than I used to is because the last time you saw me I WAS THIRTEEN FUCKING YEARS OLD.
Dear sweet loving husband - I know you think it's hilarious to constantly bring up that you were 10 lbs when you were born. But, I don't think it's funny. Do you know what this kid's exit strategy is? He's going to come out of my VAGINA. That's your happy place. Do you want to go to your happy place again? Yes? Ok, then STFU.
Love,
lpstl

