Circle the wagons, girl!
UC is about living the birth that is within YOU..it comes from YOU and your baby being allowed to BE without all the junk and expectations heaped on by other people. If you find that bringing other people into your emotional/birth space is starting to get under your skin and chip away at your joyful spirit...lock down.
There is no one who is unconditionally allowed into your birthing space (in your head, heart, soul OR physical location of birthing) - it is an honor which must be earned by way of treating you and your birth wishes with the ultimate respect which so many people who love us seem to struggle to have for these plans, which to them seem "dangerous" or whatever. I, too, have reached a place where I am beginning to regret the level of insight into my plans I have allowed people close to me to have...and these are people I LOVE so very very much...who, because of their love for me, have expressed concern over my birthing alone and have even gone so far as to (unintentionally) poison my DHs thoughts toward an idea that he had become completely okay with....so, guess what?
I pulling the plug on that sh*t right now. I'm not even joking. My "line" from here on out is:
In preparation for my birth, I'm no longer speaking about it with anyone but DH and my baby girl....I can't wait, though, for our little guy to get here so everyone can love on him and finally meet him!
And that, is all the information anyone is getting out of me. I had, a couple weeks ago, even gone to see a midwife. DH and I had talked about it...I'm loving UPing...but the ONE thing which has cause me "ugh"-factor in thinking about my birth, is the idea of potentially having to transfer for stitches after the fact, should I have to tear. I just don't know what that would be like, don't want to bring a NB to the hospital after an unattended birth, etc...so I was open with this midwife, told her that I am expecting to birth very quickly and made it clear that I don't really care if she makes it or not...she laughed at my honesty and was really cool about it....but when my MIL found out that a MW was in the picture now (not for the birth, but she didn't know that) she was kind of like "oh, well good...because you know you have to be safe and I would hate if something happened and I know that your birth will be perfect, but what if it wasn't, I mean...Avery DID come out with the cord around her neck...." and had this look of like, worry or something on her face....
It was at that moment that I really felt like I was giving something up, sending out the mere idea that I NEED the help of a MW....it made me so angry to see her with this sense of "oh good, she's come to her senses and is being responsible now" - and then she started talking about "so call us when you think you're getting close and we'll come to get Avery so she's out of the way because there is no way she can handle being here for such a thing..you know, that would really scare her and you don't need to be watching her" - and I was thinking to myself.....wait a minute...who is this person to tell me what my DD can handle, what I can handle, what my birth is going to look like, etc...and I started to get angry.
So I went from complete peace to anger about my birth.....so, yeah, I'm pulling the plug. I'm going back to my original idea, I'm shutting down. no more information for anyone on how I'm doing or what my birth plans are, etc. No one is getting a call "when I'm close" or coming to take my precious fire girl away from me...I want her here. Her dada can watch her, if she should need watching. No one is going to come and split up my family while I'm giving birth. no one is ocming in with their judging eyes to look at me or see how I'm feeling or whatever else...and I don't think I'm going to continue to see this MW just so I can have an established relationship with her should I need stitches. Screw that. Screw the whole thing...my birth plan was awesome..it didn't need to change to accomodate or convenience anyone else and I didn't think it was...but that's what my "shifting" my plan turned out to be, a deviation from my original plan that makes other people feel better and like I've "come to my senses".
Sorry to go off on a ranty tangent about my own situation...but those are my thoughts. If you liked the way it was, when no one had any information, it was your own little secret plan....go back to that. You don't have to apologize or make excuses for cutting people out...just do it. For pete's sake..LIE to people if that's what it takes. how many times in your life are you going to give birth? Make NO apologies...feel NO shame. Make no bones about it. It's for you and your baby. You're not being a brat or being rude...you're protecting yourself from other peoples "good intentions" and you deserve that protection.
Just like my MIL...your mother had her day in the sun. She had her turn to plan her births....now it's YOUR turn. You know what you're doing, you know what is going on, you know what feels good and what feels like crap. Steer yourself away from the crappy feelings, back toward the people and thoughts which make you feel strong, magical, confident and true.
Also...if you need it, there was a mama here who once gave a really great affirmation that I say to myself every day. I made a pretty little plaque to hang above my computer and remind me,too, it goes like this:
I am whole. I am peaceful. My body knows and does it's perfect work.
I love it. I try to live it, too....anything which contradicts the above statements...needs to be snipped from my life as I prepare to give birth to my baby boy. Anything which chips away at my feeling of being whole...needs to go. Anything which makes me feel less than peaceful...needs to go. Anyone or anything which would even hint at my body not KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT IT NEEDS TO DO needs to go far away from me and anyone who would view my birth as dangerous, scary, etc...as opposed to the perfect work of my perfectly created vessel of life and birth...needs to go. Period.
So, in a nutshell, "love ya ma....see you after my birth" - for real.