And for the most part, I've been uncharacteristically quiet. These little social media baby booms are always sort of tough on me emotionally. Scott and I decided many moons ago to take the "if it happens, it happens" approach to parenthood, knowing that more than likely it wouldn't just happen. And more and more the idea of having a kid alternately terrifies and annoys me (have you SEEN the cost of a family healthcare plan? clothes? furniture? daycare?). But every time it comes up I'm hit with pangs of jealousy, bitterness and a little bit of "what if?" Don't get me wrong - I've done enough soul searching to know that I am already a complete person who doesn't need a baby to feel whole. (not that I'm saying any of you "need" a baby - I'm just rather clumsily saying don't worry about me)
But this post is only partly about me. It's a cautionary heads-up to those of you who fall into the "expecting" category. I love you all. And I already love your babies. Even when I can't say it out loud, know that I'm overwhelmingly happy for you. I can't wait to see the 8,000 pictures of every milestone of your precious angel's early years. But I'm going to let you in on a secret that your other friends might not tell you:
The miracle of childbirth? It's gross. It's awe-inspiring to the people involved (even just as a spectator), but to the people outside that room, it's bloody and there's a lot of ick involved. And most of your co-workers, your college drinking buddies, and maybe even your own family members just don't want to see what you might be tempted to share on Facebook.
So here's my sincere request: if you are at all tempted to post pictures of the following:
- the placenta (or any mention that you're planning on doing anything with it besides letting the hospital dispose of it)
- anything on mommy that would usually be covered by a bikini
- naked baby pictures that include genitalia