Over the years I’ve had plenty of time to think about how or if Facebook will play a role in my pregnancy. I’ve gone from loathing any thought of allowing FB into my womb, to desiring more than anything to reclaim some normalcy in this process, even if that “normalcy” is defined as blathering on about bumps on FB. Initially my hesitations about FB announcements were twofold.
- I feared I’d hurt someone like me. Someone that simply wanted to mind their business, stalk casual high school acquaintances, and blow off a few minutes of the work day with FB. That someone that logs in happy and logs out crying after yet another “my baby is the size of a kumquat” post from a 20-year old cousin that got married two minutes ago.
- I was wary of the stupid comments. The “About damn times!” The “I told you it would happen if you just relaxed!” The “All in God’s time!” I’ve gotten enough of those face-to-face over the past 4 years, I didn’t want a digital jab hunting me down and hurting me in the comfort of my own home or office. I also didn’t want to explain to great aunt so-and-so why I deleted her comment and encouraged Mr. But IF to go ahead and chug down the fifth of whisky for the both of us.
But, as the years drew on, as we proudly came out of the IF closet on FB, total radio silence about any fluke pregnancy we’d managed to trick long enough to stick around until announcement time seemed unrealistic. And, frankly, I’ve sat through enough cutesy announcements by this point that it’s about damn time that I spew some (admittedly bitter) joy back into their
smug fertile faces newsfeeds. So, we did it. We made it FB official. I feel funny…
Because brevity isn’t really my forte, my initial plan of a simple photo collage quickly went out the window and was replaced with a full-on video montage. Oh, and can I just say, I had FAR to much fun sticking stickers all over this thing to anonymize the personally identifiable content. Enjoy!