Way before we had a kid, my husband agreed that the kid’s middle name would be my last name. Then we had the kid, and he pretended he never agreed.
In the hospital, filling out the forms, I’m having this giant argument with the man whose baby I just gave birth to.
Me: But you agreed.
Him: You would have argued otherwise.
Him: Whatever, the kid’s not going around with your last name as middle name.
So I carried the kid for nine months inside me, literally created it cell by cell with MY body, had it claw out of MY vagina less than 24 hours ago, plus I’m going to be the one doing all the breastfeeding and 90% of the burping, changing, bathing, caring and put-to-bed-ing once we leave the hospital… but HIS is the only name the kid can be allowed to bear.
Whatever, right? #MFIF
– Practically Every Woman You Know, Anywhere In The World.