Shortly after my sister-in-law announced her pregnancy, I shared my own news during a family dinner — I was expecting too. Everyone congratulated me, but I noticed my mother-in-law’s face twist into something unreadable. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and she barely spoke for the rest of the evening.

Later that night, I realized she had disappeared. As I walked toward the kitchen, I noticed the light from the bathroom spilling into the hallway. When I peeked inside, my heart skipped — she was rummaging through my bag. She froze when she saw me, holding my ultrasound photo in her hand.

“Why didn’t you wait?” she whispered sharply. “This was supposed to be her time, not yours.” I stood there, stunned. “This isn’t a competition,” I told her gently. “Every child deserves to be celebrated, no matter the timing.” She looked down, guilt flickering across her face, and slowly set the picture back.

That night, I realized something important: sometimes, jealousy blinds people from seeing the joy that’s right in front of them. Pregnancy isn’t about stealing attention — it’s about bringing love into the family. In time, I hope my mother-in-law understands that our children will be cousins, not rivals, and that family grows stronger when love is shared, not measured.