A close friend recently shared her wonderful news: she’s expecting her first child. Though she’s only a few weeks along, she couldn’t contain her excitement. I watched her face light up as she recounted how she discovered her pregnancy, described her morning sickness, and mentioned some of her unusual cravings, even sharing her experience of the first ultrasound.
For the first time in ages, I didn’t feel overwhelmed by sadness about my own pregnancy losses. Instead, I felt a twinge of melancholy because I realized that I may never experience that level of joy about a pregnancy again.
I would do anything to reclaim my pregnancy naivety.
My first pregnancy with my living daughter was seamless. It was our initial attempt, and we conceived right away. I genuinely loved being pregnant. Sure, there were moments of discomfort and fatigue, but I reveled in showing off my baby bump. I felt empowered and more feminine. I wanted everyone to know I was pregnant; I announced it to friends at eight weeks, shared photos of my growing belly, and constantly updated myself with the What to Expect app, eagerly waiting for the next week’s fruit comparison to appear.
My biggest worry back then? Picking out a nursery paint color.
Now, I find myself watching others announce their pregnancies on social media as soon as they reach the second trimester, often before even having their 20-week anatomy scan. I see children in “Big Brother” or “Big Sister” shirts proudly holding ultrasound images, beaming with joy. I can’t help but wonder: what happens if they face a loss? I see mothers bringing their little ones to ultrasound appointments, and I can’t shake the fear of what that could mean if the outcome is heartbreaking.
My perspective has shifted. After experiencing a miscarriage at 10 weeks and an abortion at 18 weeks due to a severe prenatal diagnosis, I now understand there’s no truly safe period in pregnancy.
My therapist has reminded me that fear will always accompany any future pregnancies, but I’ll need to learn to coexist with it if we decide to try again. While I appreciate his insight, it feels unjust that this is the reality I now face.
I long for that burst of joy, that radiant smile that comes with pure excitement. I want my innocence back.
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In summary, while the joy of pregnancy announcements can be bittersweet for those who have faced loss, there are numerous resources available to support future journeys into parenthood.