Today is April Fools Day.
I've always hated this day. There's something about practical jokes makes me cringe. It could be because I'm generally a gullible person. I don't enjoy plastic spiders on my desk or fake snakes by the door.
And I certainly don't enjoy the ever-popular joke of, "I'm pregnant." There's nothing funny about being pregnant. Or not being pregnant.
That joke isn't funny to the receivers of that message who've recently suffered a miscarriage or who are battling infertility. It's not funny to those who are busy worrying whether their baby will be alive on your next ultrasound or those feeling sadness and relief over a negative beta that means their baby is gone but that they can finally try to get pregnant again. There's nothing funny about losing a twin, getting horrible news after an NT scan, going through a disrupted adoption, or the pain of an ectopic pregnancy - all things I've watched friends endure.
And there's nothing funny about the fact that, when the practical jokester actually DOES get pregnant, she will be THAT bitch. The one who whines incessantly about how much she hates the morning sickness or how much weight she's gained (while the rest of us listen in and secretly want to punch her square in her nose).
So if you're thinking about posting an "I'm pregnant!" Facebook status today to get some laughs, and some much-needed attention for your pathetic soul, please think twice about the people on the other end of that joke. Because I guarantee they aren't laughing.
Neither am I.