Announcing your pregnancy is a strange enterprise. How are you supposed to do it? Lambast everyone you know in one fell swoop? Let the news trickle of its own accord through the grapevine? Tell only close friends and family and let everyone else guess? Or do what my husband did which was to send out the concise email to his friends :
Lavendar's preggers.
I'm six months pregnant now so the news that a little Lavendar is on her way is well and truly out there. But what I wasn't prepared for is once you get the news out, you have people's reactions to contend with.
Most people, even if they couldn't give a shit, still have the courtesy to say, Congratulations, I'm happy for you.
Some people are stupendously happy and excited for you, basking you in a glow of warm love and concern. They ask you how you are. They don't forget that you're still a person underneath the sumo suit. They put aside their own agendas about birth or children and just wish you happiness in your new adventure. I won't forget their kindness. They get the expensive christmas cards this year.
Then there are the rare few who really don't give a shit and send you this message loud and clear. Thankfully I have only had two of these.
One friend decided that I had wronged her so much that she screamed down the phone at me, showering me with invective so twisted and angry that her words landed like physical blows to my belly. Pausing for breath to mutter, I know you're pregnant, BUT... she continued to vent her wrath over my wrongdoings because, of course, it's all about her. I hope she felt better after that. Did I kill her mother? No. But I thought I might have given the tirade.
The other extreme was the friend who once finding out I was pregnant has just ignored me despite my efforts. Blanked me completely. Maybe she got pregnancy confused with leprosy.
What's the saying? With friends like these.....
Big life transitions always are good for shaking up the firmament of your relationships. You see where the real bonds lie as opposed to where you were just having a polite conversation or acting as a free therapist.
Well sayonara to all that rubbish. I'm middle aged now. Life is increasingly, too short.
