It reminds me of those situations where you're trying to figure out if you should look at a handicap coworker's stump because you accept it or pretend it's not there because you're above even noticing such minor things.
When people recover from the initial shock of my kid, they say things like, "Hey, you're a hero. Look at you. You're a living hero." I get that a lot. I'm not sure what the hell they're talking about, but I say thank you and smile, but like a weird smile because I'm not a hero. Unless getting knocked up is a super power, then there should be a movie about me and every other baby bearing capable woman. I guess I would buy the "hero" thing if they didn't look so sad when they were saying it. What they really want to say is, "I'm so sorry you chose to have that baby. I can't imagine how shitty your life must be now with that kid in it. You must be miserable."
I'm a woman who has a kid. My life isn't over.