I’m a bit of a Facebook addict. I probably check it for updates on what friends and family are doing two or three times a day but despite this I wasn’t prepared for the sight which greeted me yesterday morning when I did my usual morning check whilst in the office having my morning tea.
I remember a few years ago when it seemed like everyone’s profile picture was a hand sporting a big sparkly rock or a bride in her big white dress. I did it too and I imagine for my single friends it must have been rather depressing to have a daily remainder of how seemingly everyone else is in a serious relationship except you.
Well for the last 12 months there has been a bit of a baby boom in my social circle but yesterday morning the first five (yes FIVE) posts were photos of new born babies who have all been born to close friends in just the last week! I stared at the screen in disbelief. I’ve obviously known they were pregnant but I have lots of connections on Facebook that I never expected there would come a time where there would be five sleeping newborns filling my morning newsfeed without even an advert or candy crush update interspersed. I sat, stared, took a deep breath trying to reassure myself that by this time next year it would be our turn and then added congratulatory messages under each photo. Then just as I was about to log off a ‘new post’ message appeared. I clicked on it and up popped another friend’s 12 week scan picture!!
Sometimes I wish that Facebook was used to share all life events rather than just good ones. I’m sure that I have lots of friends who also see baby and scan photos and have to steel themselves to not get hot prickly red eyes from holding back the tears. Thankfully I can counteract Facebook with reading my blog feed. Comforting posts of people’s two week waits, latest test results, temp updates, hormone injections and egg retrievals. And when they do finally have good news to share of getting into a new IVF trial, getting good betas or even seeing a little heartbeat on a scan, I don’t feel despair but hope that good outcomes don’t just happen for those who don’t try. This difficult journey can be worth it in the end and one day the baby photos filling the Facebook news feed might actually be mine!