In fact, she was completely silent on Facebook about her pregnancy. Not because she was keeping it a secret but because she was too busy – being pregnant, that is. Her only Facebook updates those 9 months were about how her computer fucked up, how work sucked, asking around if anyone wants to take over her gym membership (the only hint of her being pregnant) and occasionally she might upload random pictures of food and places she saw – you know, completely normal stuff. There were no complaints about hormonal changes, whether the baby kicked, how many times she went to the toilet, the whole cow she ate…. you know, things preggy women usually write about.
And even now, there are no updates on how many times the baby pooped, how many times the baby woke up in the night, whether the baby is happy/sad/crying/smiling/wailing/burping (usually together with accompanying pictures). Her only recent update was on the day the baby was born and she wrote, “Can’t be happier”. (Me too.)
You see, I also belong to the camp of thoughts where I think having a child is a beautiful and personal experience. As much as you want to want shout it from the mountaintop and shove it in everyone’s face, you have to appreciate that not everyone wants to hear all about it. Certainly not your swinging single friends or gay couples. If you need to rant, do it in the right forum and to the right audience. When my sis needed a listening ear about her pregnancy woes, she called her other preggy friends, husband or me. When her maternal instinct propel her to show off her offspring, she have friends over for baby viewing or she does it through Skype. When people demand to see pictures of the baby, she sends them through Whatsapp. In fact, I think I do more “gushing” than her. Sometimes I look at the baby and go, “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, she is sooooooooooooo cute” while my sister simply smile and reply, “I cannot believe she is mine.”
I teased her the other day. I asked how come her baby’s face didn’t replace hers as display picture on Facebook. “Huh?", she replied. "For what? It’s my Facebook account, not my daughter's. When she is old enough, she can set up her own account with her own face as display pic.”
My sister is the coolest.
So, with all due respect, instead of posting pics of my adorable niece, I'm going to post pics of the adorable sock puppets that The Man bought for her from his recent work trip.
And kindly allow me to gush: "Oh my goodness, they are soooooooooooooo cute!!" :)
4 comments:
I totally agree with you on this, man... I've got preggy friends who keep talking about their cravings and discomfort on FB...and new mums also complain about why their babies won't stop crying, they are exhausted, they can't lose weight etc...it's kind of TMI...& even in person, goodness, there should be some personal filter. I once had a friend tell us over lunch that her baby was pooping bright green poo and she was quite the detective in hunting down the cause — her daily lavender tea from Starbucks. Well I guess I know what not to drink when I am breastfeeding! Okay, rant over...
I will be Baby's sock puppet! I can make sock sounds...
*mmpf prth numf*
That means 'I eat socks'.
Found myself smiling as I read this post. So happy for your sis and she's a rare mummy. And kudos to your man for such excellent taste in baby gifts!
astrorain - Your comment is hilarious! I am totally with you - I also have friends who became mothers and turn into an obsessed freaks who are all about the kid. Not only is it annoying, it's no wonder kids are so spoilt these days. (My mum never pay me any attention and i turned out fine!)
Toe - i will show you sock puppets in church this xmas...
Smudgie - I hope u get to meet my niece someday! :)
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