Why I Stayed Offline During My Pregnancy

I was someone who spent years navigating career transitions, stepping into leadership roles, and building entrepreneurial ventures, all while balancing personal responsibilities as a mother and working through self-doubt to find alignment in my life. I created this blog to share what I’ve learned and to help you build a life and career that feel authentic and fulfilling.

Through my journey, I discovered the power of intentional growth, mindset shifts, and authentic leadership, which inspired me to become a Certified Professional Coach. Now, I’m here to help others create the clarity, confidence, and alignment they deserve.

Hi, I’m Sharilyn Chavez!

I didn’t disappear. I was just living through a season that asked for quiet, pregnancy, birth, and everything that came after. Now, with my daughter asleep in my lap, I’m finding my rhythm again, one word at a time.

I’ve been sitting with how to re-enter the online world after pregnancy, home birth, and postpartum recovery. Only my inner circle knew I was pregnant. I never posted it online. I made one TikTok around twenty weeks, then the app talk turned to bans and shutdowns, and I just never reopened it.

When I found out I was pregnant on November 23, 2024, it was one of those oh shit moments in the most exciting way. I wasn’t even thinking about “trying” to get pregnant. I was just so happy to be home with my son while launching my coaching practice full time. We had decided to stop trying not to have a baby, which is its own quiet kind of surrender. No ovulation tracking, no pressure, just life happening. I wasn’t expecting to launch a business while pregnant, but that’s exactly what happened. (I’ll share that experience in another post.)

So, when my LinkedIn and blog posts stopped in June, it wasn’t an accident. My daughter was born at home in July, quietly and sacredly, surrounded by my tribe of loved ones, midwives, and doulas. I hadn’t shared a word of my pregnancy online. I didn’t want the noise. My first birth, in a hospital in 2020, was traumatic. That experience taught me I needed protection this time. I wanted a bubble, silence, space to just be where I was loved unconditionally and safe.

Now, months later, my daughter asleep on the Boppy in my lap, I feel the strange tension of reentry. I keep wondering… what do I even say first? “Hey, remember me?” Do I explain the silence? Do I say I was pregnant from November to July and needed time? There’s a part of me that wonders if I was being dishonest, like omission equals lying. But I know that’s not true. I was intentional. I was honoring my energy.

I was living by my values of alignment, impact, freedom, and wellbeing. Not posting wasn’t avoidance; it was discernment. I protected the most tender, sacred chapter of my life by keeping it close. I learned that I don’t owe visibility to prove presence. That privacy can also be a form of integrity.

At the time, I couldn’t fully explain why I didn’t want to share. It just felt wrong to open the door. Looking back now, I see how my intuition was on point. Sometimes the knowing doesn’t come with words, but I trusted it anyway, and I’m proud of that. It just felt right.

Sharing would have been misaligned. It would have forced me to process publicly before I was ready. It would have invited advice, opinions, and noise at a time when I was still listening inward. My silence wasn’t a disappearance; it was a boundary.

And now, months later, reentry doesn’t have to look like it did before. I don’t have to burst back onto LinkedIn or chase algorithms. I can start where I am, here on my blog, in my own rhythm, in my own voice.

Maybe this isn’t a comeback. It was just the season I was in. Like the leaves falling from the trees in autumn, it’s all part of the rhythm. No one questions the bare branches. We know what’s coming in spring.

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