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Now, today's first story comes from a throwaway account, titled Am I the Arshole for deciding not to let my husband into the delivery room?

And of course it comes with an update.

I 29 female and my husband 30 male have been together for eight years.

I am now eight months pregnant, almost nine with a girl.

In my husband's family, there's a tradition of naming a baby before it is born.

The name is embroidered into a blanket that has been passed down from generation to generation,

and the baby is wrapped in the blanket when it is born.

I'm trying to come up with the name we both like, but some of the name he suggests do not resonate

with me. My husband has been getting annoyed with me lately and telling me to

just pick a name for the baby, as his grandmother's name was Beatrice. He wants to name her that, but I just

don't like it. I wanted to have a list of names so that when I see her, I can name her what I think

is appropriate. Although it can sound odd, I wanted to see her before naming her,

but have decided not to so that he can please his family. In honor of my late sister, I want to name

her Jessica. That was her name before she passed away from a heart attack. It means a lot to me,

but I hadn't told him that particular name because I didn't want to hear any insults about it.

Every time I suggest a name, he'll attack it, calling it ugly in a variety of ways.

Today his mother was pressuring me to suggest a name and I just blurted out the name Jessica.

After a pause and a laugh, she said it was a name for a large girl, and it was a very unsuitable name.

She went on to ask me if I wanted the baby to be ugly, and if I wanted to ruin its life before it was even born.

Initially, I was overwhelmed with anger and asked her to stop talking, more harshly than I should have,

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