Why I Didn’t Share My Pregnancy on Social Media

On a balmy summer night last August, Dan Kim and I found out that we were going to be parents. Those two little pink lines didn’t take more than a second to appear. It was real and this was happening.

I simultaneously and instantaneously felt a sense of excitement and terror. This would continue for the rest of pregnancy (and beyond!). It is true that my being 24-years-old made the odds of miscarriage or genetic abnormality very low. But pregnancy doesn’t exactly encourage rational train of thought. I was endlessly cognizant of my own fragility, both physically and emotionally, for those 40 weeks and 2 days.

Microwaves. Caffeine. X-ray machines. Traveling by airplane. Pants that were too tight. Stress. Sleeping on my back. Secondhand smoke. Sashimi. Toxic people. These were all my worst enemies but none more so than social media.

If you didn’t post it, did it really happen?” seems to be the theme of my generation. Bought a car? Post it. Traveling to a new place? Post it. Getting engaged? Married? Find out the gender of your baby? At the gym? POST IT! Unlike most, my first instinct upon finding out I was pregnant, was to keep this information private. The custom of telling people at 12 weeks came and went with little to no announcement. I would be towards the end of my second trimester before even some of my closest friends would be told.

I didn’t want to be a piece of gossip swirling around my high school alumni. I didn’t want those who I barely fraternized with to know the intimate details of my life. I was a fragile pregnant woman. I wanted zero negativity, nosiness, and unsolicited advice regarding myself and my baby. So I opted out of the clever graphic t-shirts that say “bun in the oven”. The gender reveal posts. The monthly photo updates of my growing bare belly. The birth announcement with my baby’s full name, weight, and height.

Conversations often went like this:


Friend: “Is your pregnancy a secret?”

Me: No.

Friend: “Then why aren’t you posting it?”

Me: Because I only want close friends and family to know.

Friend: “So it is a secret then.”

Me: *sigh*……………………..


These conversations only validated my desire to keep this special time in my life close to my heart. I’m a strong opponent of oversharing. Social media isn’t entitled to my life. My details. My intimate moments. Out of the 1,000+ measly followers on my Instagram, only a handful of them would truly care about my pregnancy. For the rest of them, I would simply be a post that they scrolled past at 11 p.m. while in bed dreading work the next day. The most beautiful time in my life deserved more than that.

This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy people’s pregnancy announcements, maternity photo shoots (I am a photographer after all), and pictures of their little peanuts fresh out the womb. I find a lot of joy viewing these beautiful moments of people’s lives. I get it. But for me, the right answer was privacy. This privacy allowed me to have a stress-free, “good vibes only”, and intimate experience. One that strengthened me to bring my beautiful son into this world with psychological and spiritual ease.

TLDR; Sharing my pregnancy on social media wasn’t for me personally. Keeping it intimate allowed me to remain peaceful, at ease, and enjoy it more with those who truly cared.

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