so you're pregnant ... a guide to telling your childless love one the news

I found out on Friday that a friend of mine is pregnant.

Now while I know I will eventually be happy for my friend and even excited at the arrival of a new little person, the day that news comes is always a reopening of a wound that I work hard to keep closed. And the news wasn't -- how to say this delicately? -- delivered well. So Friday was hard, bittersweet and sobby and puffy. The separation I feel from the rest of society is never more pronounced than at the precise moment that news is shared. A few people got delightful spewing emails from me that I'm sure only cemented me in their hearts as a source of real joy and sunshine. So that was Friday. Today is better. A bit.

Over the years, I've heard people announce they're pregnant many many times. Family, friends, family of friends. And over the years, based on these experiences – ranging from very bad to less bad -- I've developed some pretty firm ideas about what to say and what not to say when you're announcing your pregnancy to a childless (not by choice) woman. Some of these might carry over for a single woman or, really, to any woman who has experienced grief and longing in this area.  Obviously, these are based on my personal reactions to various announcements over the years, but I imagine other women might react similarly. It's food for thought at least, if you're pregnant and actually don't want to announce the news in a way that emotionally guts your loved one.

So let's walk through the do's and dont's.

Since I'm only a bit better today and my crankypants feel a little tight, I imagine I'll be rather blunt in this post. True, I'm only basing this prediction based on knowing and enduring myself for lo! these many years, but we'll see if I'm right. That said, I may well deploy the biblical word "ass" in the near future.  Be ye prepared.

All right. So you find out you're pregnant. You need to tell Betty, a childless friend/loved one who you know grieves over that painful reality.

~ First, understand that Betty is happy for you. Well, most likely. Unless you're some kind of ass, some kind of shrewy figure in her life, she is happy for you. It's just that in that moment, she is so incredibly sad for herself. Please understand. Betty's sorrow is like a stone in her heart and it should be respected. It weighs much much more than your joy. I'm sorry, but it's just true. It's a lifetime sorrow that can't ever entirely be overcome, but must simply be managed. Taking a moment to consider what all of this might be like for her will help you make a more caring announcement.

~ Obviously, you can't avoid announcing your new arrival forever, unless you're planning to hide the baby in a cage in your basement in which case a helpful little post about being "compassionate" and "sensitive" ain't gonna help you much at all. If you're the praying type and not the raise-the-baby-in-a-cage type, ask God for an extra measure of divine sensitivity. I'm not kidding with that.

~ Do try not to be an ass. If you're normally an ass, pray that God will give you 5 minutes of non-assiness to break through your usual loathsome persona. If it works, perhaps Betty will never like you more than she does in those 5 minutes.  Handle it well, and she just may say, "Wow. For a few fleeting moments, Peachypants seemed so much less odious." Think about it. This whole announcement thing could be your chance to gain some sensitivity points.

~ Consider asking yourself: Am I the right person to tell Betty? That might sound weird, but maybe Betty would take the news better if it came to her indirectly. For instance, if you know Betty's husband or your husband knows her husband, perhaps one of you can share the news with Betty's husband and he can tell Betty. It may very well be easier for Betty to hear it privately from her husband. Personally, I have appreciated this approach. Betty won't feel so on the spot to have just the right cheery reaction for you. She can cry on hubby's shoulder if she wants or needs to. A loving husband knows his wife better than anyone, knows the ocean of her heart, knows how to navigate those waters. If not a husband, perhaps someone closer to her than you could deliver the news to Betty. Tell the intermediary to say, "Winnie With-Child thought it might be easier to hear it from me." This makes you sound sensitive, you see,and you don't even have to do any hard stuff like actually be sensitive.(Score!)

~ Another approach is email. It's less personal, yes, but it's also less in Betty's face. Write the news briefly. Don't gush about it but, also, do not apologize for being pregnant. That just sounds disingenuous. Betty's not stupid and will not fall for that.

~ No matter which venue you choose, do acknowledge that you know it might be hard for her but that you love her, that you can't wait for your new little one to know her.  Stuff like that. Betty needs to be soothed in that moment, so do take one moment out of your months of nesting and expectant bliss to make it about another person who has not been blessed in this area. That one moment can go along way in your relationship in either a positive or negative direction.  STRIVE to make it positive.

~ In both of the above scenarios -- the indirect approach, the email approach -- the goal is to allow Betty the dignity of a private response. She's not on the phone with you, trying to hide the choke in her voice, which is what happened to me on Friday. You're not in her face where it's even harder for her to hide that she's struggling. She loves you, okay, but for God's sake, she's just struggling..  Don't make her pain worse. Don't humiliate her with your expectation that she will smile and laugh and jump up and down.

~ As a matter of fact, try to dial down to nearly zero your expectations of Betty's response.  Hard to do, I know, but try to remember that no matter how happy she is for you in an ultimate long-term sense, in that vulnerable moment, she will likely either openly cry or tear up at the news.  If you tell her in person and she does neither of these things, she has remarkable self-control and, to her eternal credit, she is saving her tears for later when she can turn into a blubbery ball of goo on the bed if she wants. This isn't to guilt you with that mental image.  Or maybe it is.  I can't decide.  Let's just move on then.  Bottom line: Dial your expectations of Betty's response way down.

~ Don't talk about how excited you are in that moment. That's a given. Betty knows that.  There are others with whom you can share your excitement.


~ Don't pee on the stick, get the results, and immediately call Betty. You're too excited.  I mean, good grief, call your husband or someone you know will be as excited as you are. You need to be more measured if you're going to approach Betty in person or on the phone, okay? Calm down before you contact her.

~ Don't mention God. Do not. I don't care if Betty is a fellow believer. Do not do it. Telling Betty what God did for you to get you pregnant is no freaking bueno, okay? The news on Friday came with "Well, we were undecided about trying for a third, but I guess God decided it for us." No. No. No.  I started to crack into pieces. I had to move the phone away from my mouth so my meltdown couldn't be heard. Not a good tactic. This is not to say that God isn't involved in getting people pregnant. This IS to say that now is not the time to mention him. But if you do decide to wear your ass hat and mention him anyway, just know that Betty will feel that God does not love her and her husband as much as he loves you and yours which makes no sense to her because, uhm .....(pardon me here) ....... good Lord, you're such an ass.

~ Told you my crankypants were tight.

~ But believe me, Betty already struggles mightily with whether God loves her and her husband. Don't pick at that easily opened wound.

~ Don't say, "Oh, this was totally a whoops/accident/surprise." This is another moment from Friday, but I've heard it from others, too. Don't say it. Seriously. Just how badly do you want to destroy this person you allegedly love with your news? She's struggling with childlessness and you're pregnant with an easy "whoops"? Are you made of stone? Keep your whoopsie to yourself.

~ Again, understand that you will need to think through what you say. It's only seconds/moments for you, but Betty, unfortunately, will never forget how you tell her the news. She wishes she could forget it, but ..... she can't. Think, think, think.

~ For the love of God, don't bellyache along these lines: money's tight, the timing's bad, I don't want to get fat, I'm getting too old to be a new mom/dad, blahdie blah blah. Basically, don't moan to Betty about your expectant worries. She'd be thrilled to have your worries. Again, there are others with whom you can share your anxieties.

~ Another thought:  It might not be a bad idea to wait until you're past the first trimester to tell Betty. Many people choose to wait until then to announce their pregnancy anyway, but the benefit to Betty is -- to be blunt -- she doesn't have to sit with the information for quite as long. Do this, and there are 6 as opposed to nearly 9 months of knowing about your pregnancy and having to put on a happy face.  The idea should be to minimize her pain in whatever area you can. This is one of them.

~ On the other hand, a friend told me she was pregnant several months ago and told me I was the first one she told, even before her family. THAT made me feel special. It was the opposite of the thought above, yes, but it was done with so much love and with an added level of "I think you are special. I set you aside to be the first person I told." I'm tearing up now just thinking about that. (Thank you, Sarah.)

~ If Betty and her husband are still in trying-to-conceive mode, don't say, "I'm sure it's gonna happen for youuu" or some other variation of this theme. Betty hates that.  It's patronizing and it may not be true, either.

~ MEN: If you cheated on your wife with a stripper and wooed her into bed several months later, getting her pregnant with your stripper-cheatin' sperm, don't tell Betty, "Phhew. Guess I get to stay married now. It's like a resurrection baby or something." Betty will kill you and the jury will acquit her. (Okay. Hm. That's a really specific scenario. But, yes. I actually had a close friend's husband who knew of our situation say this to my face.  How he survived that encounter with me, I still don't know.)

~ But on that same note, less specific, is this: Don't go around proclaiming that this baby has some kind of spiritual symbolism in your life -- not to Betty anyway.  Perhaps you believe that's true. Honestly, I really don't care and neither does Betty. I mean, great. It's the "resurrection baby" or whatever, but there is such a thing as time and place, peaches, time and place, and this is neither the time nor the place for that.  You don't have to share everything. Beyond that, placing some kind of symbolism onto the conception and arrival of this child is -- let's face it -- a LOT of pressure for a little baby who pees and poops his pants for the first few years of life. I think we can safely assume you are not giving birth to the baby Jesus, so let the baby be a baby without a bunch of pie-in-the-sky symbolism weighing him down. He's lugging enough around in those Huggies.

~ The best announcement comes from someone who can imagine, however briefly, what it's like in Betty's shoes. Someone with empathy. If you don't have that, well, you probably don't know you don't have that because you don't have that, so that's a problem. Unfortunately, you'll likely run Betty over with the information without thinking and leave her flattened and sobbing and then wonder why you don't hear from her for months. So here's a test for you: If you announce your pregnancy to a childless woman like Betty and you don't hear from her for months afterward, you probably botched the whole dealio like a callous wench. (So take the very broad hint, ya wench.) Don't get mad at Betty for not calling. Don't sit around pouting, "That Betty. How come she doesn't want to hear about my barfing/swelling/cravings?" Becauuuse ..... you probably screwed it up, that's why. This doesn't mean you're History's Worst Monster, although you are one step closer. It simply means you need to make amends. Pick up the phone and talk to her about it. Apologize for being a cow if you need to, and take that as a lesson that you need more empathy in the future. Tell yourself you'll do better next time and then DO BETTER NEXT TIME.  Or, alternatively, have your tubes tied or his wee wee snipped, so you don't have to announce a pregnancy badly ever again.

~ Hm. These crankypants are really tight today. I'm breathing funny.

~ Think of a way to show Betty some extra love. You're being hugely blessed with something that she desperately wants. To her, you're in the promised land and she's still wandering in the desert.  So maybe .... oh, call her a few days later and ask her to lunch. (And talk about things other than the baby, unless she asks.) Send her a book you know she'll love. Get her a gift card for her favorite store. Don't do it right at that moment. Don't say, "I'm pregnant, and since I knew this would be hard for you, here's a gift card to Pottery Barn." No, you weenie. Don't do THAT. Wait a few weeks or so. You just want to express your love for her, okay? Especially if she's been gracious about your news. Because if she's been gracious about your news, I can tell you that took something out of her. It cost her something, that graciousness. So think of some way to celebrate how much you love her with some small kindness on your end. She is going to love your baby and that will cost her something too. She'll never speak to you of the costs; no, she won't. She'll love your baby and play with your baby and she will cry all the way home after seeing your baby, but you will never witness that. She will fight with everything she has to spare you that because she loves you and your baby.

Understand that it costs her things she will never tell you and celebrate that you have such a friend.