- I’m not completely side-eyeing the folks that announce their pregnancies on Facebook. Jeff and I chose to do it with Brady.
- My current feelings towards pregnancy announcements probably has to do with the fact that I’m comfortably settling into the “anger” phase of grief.
Is it just me or has there been a complete barrage of pregnancy announcements lately? Good Lord, it’s like no one had anything better to do in February or March!
Before we get into the thick of things, this post comes with a couple caveats:
One thing I’ve learned throughout my grieving process is that the words of others can have a huge impact on my emotional state. The silver lining is that I’m learning to be much more sensitive to this, and will continue to monitor my words and actions in the future in the hopes that I won’t cause additional hurt to someone who is already really hurting.
Now, back to those Facebook announcements, and here is where I am going to sound like a total bitch, despite my warnings above. I feel a myriad of emotions when I see a pregnancy announced, and not one of them is legitimate happiness. It’s a total mix. Frustration, at the fact that we are not even halfway through the waiting period before we can even TRY for another child. Fear, that the awful things that happened in my pregnancy will happen to you (because it can happen to ANYONE and I did nothing to “cause” it). And mostly, jealousy, at the fact that you can be blissfully excited about a pregnancy. I will never be able to feel that way again.
You see, I come from the land of no guarantees. Get pregnant, wait 9 months, have a healthy baby. That’s how it always works. Until it doesn’t. Most people choose to announce a pregnancy at 12 weeks or later because it’s deemed “safe”. You know my story, and I know the stories of many others, and I can tell you that it is never safe.
I’m not going to comment on your post and offer you insincere congratulations. Having any interaction that’s not genuine is completely pointless to me. I barely have the energy to have genuine interactions, so I am certainly not going to waste my energy on fake ones. I know that’s harsh, but it’s the truth. Here’s another silver lining, if I do offer you congratulations at some point, you’ll know that they are sincere.
If I could avoid reading your announcement all together, I would. I have become the queen of unfollowing since Brady passed away. (Oh, you have a newborn you post about incessantly? Cool. Unfollow.) It’s to protect myself from the overwhelming mix of emotions I feel when I see those posts. The thing with pregnancy announcements is that they come out of the blue. There’s no avoiding it, except to be off Facebook completely. I’m considering it, but I haven’t made that leap. Until then, you can expect more posts like this, and a whole lot more snark from me. There’s a lot more where this came from.
Hi! My name is Becca Schmitz. I am a trainer by day, and a newly-minted blogger by night. Most notably, I am a mama to a sweet little man, Brady John. I'm on a never-ending quest to honor his memory, continue to share his story, and spread the Brady love. Thank you for allowing me to share a piece of our story with you. You can find more on my blog youmeandbrady.com.