When I first found out I was having a baby I was really upset, even though I’m almost 29, because truthfully it was not what I had been hoping or planning for. I thought about all the stuff I would need to give up- travel, selfishness, spending all my free time gaming etc.

My 6 year relationship had ended only two months prior and I was hoping to spend a lot of “me” time in self-reflection, discovery, travel, new hobbies, adventures etc. So I spent a bunch of time being really salty and self-pitying. (Being in quarantine didn’t help either lol)

When I told people the immediate and unanimous reaction was excitement and delight (ok, except from my mom, lol, she thinks it’s a huge scandal but whatever) which was weird for me and made me feel kind of detached from the process and what was coming.

Which like yeah, I get it, babies are cute, and I appreciate the support, but I also think that a good response when you hear about someone you know having a baby, if they’re not married or you haven’t heard them talk about wanting kids etc, is a response of emotional support

Give them an opportunity, if they want it, to talk about why it’s hard and scary and how honestly fetuses are creepy giant tumors and how maybe they feel sick a lot and are getting super fat

I waited as long as I felt I could to share publicly about being pregnant because I didn’t want people to judge me because I’m not married or whatever, and I felt very hesitant about getting attention for the whole thing. But i am starting to look really pregnant, lol.

I’ve been doing a lot of self-reflection and I feel a lot better about everything that’s coming; I’m getting actually somewhat excited to have a baby, the ultrasound was really neat and it’s really interesting to feel the movements of the baby, really brings the reality home.

Im sure I will look back in ten years and think about how great my kid is or whatever, but i guess the point of this thread is that we should normalize the possibility of pregnancy being like, not that exciting of a time.

People typically only post like really rose colored stuff about new life and like staged maternity photos and stuff right. Who knows maybe I’ll get there, I’m only 23 weeks pregnant out of 40 (according to my app that says what fruit size my baby-tumor is each week)

The end, this was going to be a tweet about how I was sad GDQ was cancelled because I won’t get to go anymore once I have an infant but somehow turned into a whole diary entry about my experiences so far with being pregnant

P.S. I know “omg congrats!!!!!” is the ONLY socially appropriate response, I always say it myself, lol, and I’m glad everyone is so nice to me, just sharing my thoughts on the “social media filter” of the whole thing and want to normalize the weirdness too