February 13, 2014
I have soooo many friends who are pregnant right now. Some days, Facebook isn’t that easy. I don’t want to hear about their baby showers. I don’t want to see pictures of their nurseries. But I don’t want to block them. I want to see the rest of their posts.
My Thanksgiving post just went up. (Yes, this will all tie back together. I promise.) And my “sponsor” emailed me to say that her first Thanksgiving involved a lot of shutting herself in the bathroom to cry. She then added a vent about one of our mutual friends. She said this friend is driving her nuts with her complaints about her pregnancy. Doesn’t she realize how lucky she is? I had to laugh. I keep thinking the same thing.
And I think about some of my posts when I was pregnant. If I am so lucky as to get pregnant again, I know I will handle my social media differently. I didn’t know that my “sponsor” had lost a baby, even though we’ve been friends since middle school. How much did her heart hurt when I complained about sciatica? Sure, I’ll still blog about everything. But I know I’ll be much more circumspect. I don’t want my happiness to cause other people sorrow. Not if I can help it.