It's Getting Closer, and There Will Be Rules

I am now 32 weeks pregnant. Third trimester. Eighth month. The time is coming to discuss visitation and announcements. To be absolutely selfish.
I have not yet published a birth plan, but I can say that the time spent in the hospital will be for myself and my husband, and the other one or two select people attending our daughter's birth.
After I gave birth to Isaiah, my room was flooded with visitors. I was heavily drugged and don't remember a lot of the people who came in.
After I was discharged from the hospital I had not one visitor. Zero. This, among other things, contributed to my post partum depression. I would not wish the feeling of utter loneliness and desperation I felt on anyone.
Our announcement will be on our timing. When my brother in law committed suicide, his friends posted messages on his public Facebook profile for the whole world to see. They had good intentions, but the reality is, they forced us to tell our entire family and plan a memorial service far sooner than we hoped. We didn't get a chance to just be there for each other because we were too busy explaining to my brother in laws friends and all of our family what had happened just hours earlier, and why.
When my pure, innocent daughter comes into this world, it will be without rush, without haste, and our announcement will be on our terms.
There will be no exceptions, no secrets. Just happiness and bliss!