The slightest comment on Facebook related to my pregnancy leads to a slew of comments from women telling me about food cravings and birthing experiences. Never mind that all I shared was a comment from my husband about how I better not go into labor during the World Cup—an obvious joke, of course.
Sure I could turn off Facebook and social media, but the reality is, this is what I do for a living. My job is to be on social media. My career is centered around blogging and social strategy. I can’t turn off Facebook.
Instead, I obligatorily like the awkward maternity and newborn photographs shared daily by my friends on Facebook. I “swoon” over the creepy 3D ultrasound images shared via text message, Instagram and Facebook. I “gush” over the in-the-hospital photographs featuring half-naked mom and her blotchy newborn covered in goop.
Call me crazy, but I remember when Facebook was a time to share your work successes, your college graduation photographs and the first picture of your latest apartment or lunch gathering with friends. Sure we’re growing older, but I remember a time when true private moments were kept as such.
While pregnancy is a magical time, and something to be thought of as a gift, it is also a time that should be shared with those you love. Unfortunately, social media has made it impossible to keep such moments among just the loved ones.
I do believe that pregnancy is preparing me for motherhood—but not in the way I anticipated. Pregnancy has taught me to cancel out the “noise”—as my husband refers to it—to stay centered in who I am and to ignore the unsolicited advice that will accompany years of parenting.
Though I could turn off my Twitter, it’s just not that simple and so I must accept the woes of being pregnant during a time of social media obsession and accept this as my first true parenting challenge.