The Facefriend suggested “an article I might like.” It’s been sending me bunches of those lately. 75% are “articles” that aggregate themed responses from places like twitter and reddit with subjects like “People share stories of worst customer service” or “25 times Bridezilla struck,” things like that, whatever.
Today they hit me with this one:
“Mom Asks What Our Kids Names Would Be If They Were Named After WHY We Had Them, Twitter Delivers Hilarious Responses.”
The previews they showed were things like “Marital Problems, stop hitting your brother, Broken Condom; I’m trying to put Hennessy down for a nap!”
I recognize that it’s an attempt at humor. But it’s never been something I find funny. I’m not going to yuk other people’s good times, but even seeing that headline made me feel sad. And I’m not going to pretend it didn’t. I feel badly even writing this blog about it, because I don’t mind other people poking good naturedly at their past selves. My past self doesn’t remember that period with much humor. And even thinking about people joyously conceiving is hard for me to imagine, because it’s so outside the realm of my experience. I’ve always wanted to be a parent and I’ve always wanted 2+ children. It never occurred to me that would be anything but interesting because all the stories in my family are “we wanted a kid, so we had one.” Until I was in college, no one in my family struggled at all with infertility. And in college, of course, I was a) invincible and b) more interested in not being pregnant than in getting pregnant. So I admit, my aunt’s struggle with infertility made an impression, a strong one, and she is the one who is the most like me in my family, so it should have been a warning sign, but it wasn’t. Because, see a), I was invincible and nothing was ever going to go wrong in my life. Nothing prepares you for when that stop being true.
So no, add that to the list of games I don’t play along with gender reveals, cutsie pregnancy announcements, and life tweeting my birth story annually. (If you do these things, I’m not necessarily judging you. Just choosing not to do them personally, which is not the same thing.)