My husband’s female best friend, Sam, insisted on hosting my baby shower.
And that was the day I gave her a reality check.
Let me back up.
My husband and Sam met at work years ago. At first, she and I got along—bonding over music and joking about our jobs. I thought we were friends. But after I got pregnant, her behavior shifted into something… unsettling.
When we announced the pregnancy, Sam texted my husband—not me—to say congratulations. She literally told him to “pass on her well wishes.” That felt weird, but I brushed it off.
Then came the flood of unsolicited “mama tips.” What I should eat, what I shouldn’t. Which vitamins were “actually useless.” How I was “already retaining too much water” based on one picture I posted.
My husband noticed how uncomfortable I was and started showing me her messages. “Do you want me to block her?” he asked. I told him just to ignore it, hoping she’d get the hint.
Spoiler: she did not.
When I announced my baby shower, Sam texted me for the first time in months, offering to host it. I politely declined—my mom and sister were already planning something beautiful.
But the next day… she showed up at our house with decorations, floral arrangements, and even a detailed menu.
“Oh, you don’t have to thank me,” she said, smiling smugly. “I just couldn’t sit back and let you ruin your shower with processed food. My menu will be much healthier for you and the baby.”
Her tone wasn’t friendly. It was condescending, like she thought she knew what was best for me. I told her again: no. She refused, insisting she was “practically family” and that it would be “a shame if the baby’s shower wasn’t done right.”
That’s when it hit me—the perfect way to end this nonsense once and for all.
I smiled sweetly and said, “You know what, Sam? You’re right. It should be done right. Which is why I’ll let you host something for the baby…”
Her face lit up.
“…the sip and see after the baby is born. You can host it at your own house, with your own menu, and invite whoever you want. That way, you won’t need to take over my family’s event. Because let’s be real—this baby shower is for me, my family, and my child. Not for you.”
Her smile fell so fast I swear I heard it hit the floor.
“I—well—I don’t know if that’s…” she stammered.
I cut her off. “Sam, this isn’t about you. It never was. My baby shower will be hosted by the people who raised me, not the woman who keeps telling my husband how much water I should drink. If you really care about me and this baby, you’ll respect that.”
The room went silent. My husband, who had been listening in the kitchen, finally stepped in and said, “Sam, you need to leave. My wife has spoken.”
And she did. Red-faced and flustered, she gathered her decorations and left without another word.
The baby shower? Absolutely perfect. My mom and sister created the most beautiful celebration, surrounded by people who truly loved me.
Sam never hosted a “sip and see.” In fact, she hasn’t so much as texted my husband since.
And honestly? That was the best gift of all.