My Mil Hijacked My Baby Shower And Labeled Me As The “Surrogate.” She Even Created A Timeline For When I Should Hand Over My Son. Does She Actually Believe This Is Legal?

The Gender Reveal

The next few days felt strange, like we were living in this bubble where we could finally breathe but also waiting for something else to happen. Trevor went back to work, and I tried to focus on the pregnancy instead of constantly looking over my shoulder. We talked one night about whether we wanted to find out the baby’s gender, and Trevor said he was ready if I was.

I realized I wanted to know, wanted to celebrate this baby without Diane’s fantasy hanging over everything. We called Margot and asked if we could do a small gender reveal at her place the following weekend. Just our closest people who had supported us through all of this.

She got excited and said she would make a cake and we could keep it simple and happy. We invited Julia and her family, Trevor’s father, and a few of our friends who knew what we had been dealing with. The morning of the party, my doctor’s office called with the results, and I gave them to Margot so she could make the cake the right color.

Trevor and I spent the day trying not to think about what the answer would be, just focusing on the fact that we got to find out together without anyone trying to take over the moment. We arrived at Margot’s house around 2:00 in the afternoon, and everyone was already there. The living room decorated with simple yellow and white balloons since we hadn’t told anyone the gender yet.

Margot brought out this beautiful cake covered in white frosting with question marks piped on top, and everyone gathered around with their phones ready to record. Trevor and I held the knife together and cut into the cake. And when we pulled the slice out, the inside was bright pink.

Everyone started cheering and hugging us, and Julia was crying happy tears while her kids jumped around excited about having a cousin. Trevor pulled me close and whispered that he was so happy. I felt this weird mix of pure joy about our daughter and also this massive relief that Diane’s whole fantasy was based on something that wasn’t even real.

She had spent months planning to take custody of a grandson who didn’t exist. Julia came over while we were eating cake and said Diane was probably going to lose her mind when she found out it was a girl, since her entire custody plan was specifically about replacing Trevor with a grandson. We all laughed, but I felt anxious too, wondering how Diane would react when she eventually learned the truth.

Diane Finds Out

Trevor’s father was quiet for a bit, then he pulled Trevor aside and asked if he could share the news with Diane. He said maybe knowing it was a girl would help her accept reality and move on from this obsession. Trevor looked at me, and I didn’t know what to say, so we told his father we needed to check with Dominic first to make sure it wouldn’t violate the restraining order.

We called Dominic that evening and explained the situation, and he said technically it wouldn’t be a violation if Trevor’s father chose to tell Diane information he learned on his own. He warned us that Diane might still try to contact us about it, and if she did, we should document everything and report it immediately. Trevor’s father said he would tell her the next day and let us know how it went.

Three days later, he called Trevor and said he had shown Diane a photo from the gender reveal that Julia sent him. At first, Diane refused to believe him and insisted he was lying to protect us. When he showed her the photo of us cutting into the pink cake, she had a complete meltdown.

She threw her phone across the room and started screaming that we had known all along and deliberately led her on just to hurt her. Trevor’s father said he had never seen her that angry. That she was convinced we had somehow paid off the ultrasound technician to lie about the gender just to humiliate her.

He said she ranted for over an hour about how we were evil and cruel and she would find a way to prove we were lying. The next morning I woke up to 17 new emails from an account I didn’t recognize. They were all from Diane, sent between 2:00 and 5:00 in the morning, and they were completely unhinged.

She wrote that she knew we had always known it was a girl and we strung her along on purpose. She said we probably paid the doctor to fake the ultrasound results just to torture her. She claimed we were going to pay for what we did to her, that karma would come for us, that God saw what we were doing.

The emails got more and more disconnected from reality as they went on, talking about how we stole her son and now we were stealing her chance at redemption. I forwarded all of them to Dominic, and he said to send them to the police right away as restraining order violations. We drove to the police station and showed an officer everything, and he said he would go to Diane’s house that day to give her a formal warning.

He said one more contact attempt and she would be arrested immediately. Trevor’s father called that afternoon and said the police had been there and Diane was scared enough that she finally seemed to understand she had to stop. He said she deleted all her email accounts and promised she wouldn’t try to reach us again.

The officer called us later to confirm the warning was delivered and Diane understood the consequences. After that, Diane went completely silent. No emails, no calls, no showing up anywhere.