Mr. MC (and Belinda) think I am being too hard on my FB friend. Perhaps. But I am not sorry. So there.
Of course I could leave her alone. I could unfriend her and go about my merry way. But I can’t. Really, I can’t. I am just so repulscinated (repulsed + fascinated) by the whole thing. I can’t look away.
Of course it is her choice to announce whatever she wants whenever she wants to. What gets me is that she is not even 5 weeks pregnant and she just told hundreds of people that there will be a baby at the end of May. Not that she is pregnant. Not that she is hopeful that there will be a baby at the May. No, she announced that there will be a baby at the end of May because she got a positive pregnancy test.* And then 25 people told her how freakin’ wonderful that was and that they couldn’t wait to meet her beautiful new baby. And then her husband announced it to hundreds of more people.** And then more people told him how they couldn’t wait to meet the baby.
Again, she is not even 5 weeks pregnant.
Is it unfair of me to judge her? Probably. But I am filled with disgust because I know, as do many, many people, that a positive pregnancy test does not mean baby. I am annoyed that this couple and many of their friends are jumping up and down with joy instead of at least entertaining the thought that something could happen. There is not a hint of caution. And at 5 weeks, nothing is guaranteed.
Mr. MC thinks I am jealous. I don’t know that I am jealous; perhaps I am bitter. Mostly, I am just annoyed at how stupid she is. Not stupid because she told people she was pregnant ( for example, I had to tell my officemate when I was only a few weeks along because I was puking by that point) but that she and her husband had no hesitation to broadcast it via Facebook.
To be fair, I am generally annoyed by stupid people and I find naivete irritating instead of charming. I consider myself a generally happy person, but I do not live in a happy bubble. These people live in a happy bubble and, frankly, it’s just a little too “rainbows and unicorns” for me.
I know how lucky I am. Really, I do. I have two healthy, happy children. I have also had the inside of my uterus scraped out twice. I have seen an empty sac on an ultrasound. I have watched a dying embryonic heart. The miscarriages made me a better mother and — dare I say it? — a better person.
This probably makes no sense and perhaps I should just stop trying to explain why I am so horribly judgmental and upset by this. Actually, I know I should. But I can’t. Really, I can’t.
*Exact quote: “Baby _______ , The Sequel, due to a hospital near you on or around May 26th, 2011. Previews to follow.”
**Exact quote: “Oh, by the way…baby #2 is in the oven and cooking away!”
Remember my “friend” from Facebook who announced her pregnancy on FB before her first u/s?
She just announced her second pregnancy.
She is 4 weeks / 4 days pregnant. (I did a “reverse” look up calculation based on the due date she gave.)
She is clearly a MORON. I hate her for being so stupidly optimistic. I don’t wish miscarriage on her, but doesn’t she even THINK about it? That it MIGHT happen to her? Who has this kind of hubris?
The war with the wee yeasties is over, but there are still skirmishes at the front. Two 14-day courses of Diflucan for Baby E and three 14-day courses for me were required to get rid of the initial infection. Just to avoid this whole mess again, I am going on a maintenance dose of Diflucan (after a liver test) for the next few months. I can finally nurse without being in excruciating pain, which is a huge relief.
I managed — through “clenching and grinding” — to crack one of my back molars. I did the same thing after S was born, only I cracked a filling and not a tooth, although I still ended up with a root canal. This time my dentist applied a temporary crown and I am waiting a week to see if the pain goes away. If so, I avoid a root canal; if the pain persists, off to the endodontist I go. I also bought a new night guard, one that doesn’t make me gag.
I am slowly emerging from the sleep-deprivation haze, which means I can finally start to formulate complete sentences and return to blogland.