Now I'm having panic attacks that he might, you know, read some of this thing... because goodness knows it ain't pretty. (And D? If you're reading this, please for the love of all that is good, do not read about the labour/delivery/postpartum-recovery. You are too young and have too much ahead of you. Seriously.)
Gah.
And! Two weeks ago, a girlfriend stumbled on me via Twitter. That was weird enough. But then last week, a friend just randomly found this damned thing. How scary is that?? And for kicks, this is some of what he had to say:
"It was with great interest and constipation (or is that consternation, I can never remember) that I read your mommybyday blog, except for the giving birth, leakage etc. part, when I had to avert my eyes due to the extreme squeamishness and sensitivity of my stomach (I cry at the slightest sight of blood and am overcome by the vapors). All I can say is you have way too much time on your hands to blog away like that. The time could be better spent on internet porn or learning to play the bagpipes... May I say that Dr. Phil would have a field day with your material, although that pompous gasbag would have a field day with a dog turd and probably wears a strap-on to bed to compensate for his shortcomings. People that do not know you would probably wonder if a serial killer is in the making or if an intervention is called for in our glorious current moral climate of correctness. Perhaps a reality show producer will be contacting you in the near future... I look forward to seeing some humor in your blog, I got depressed reading some stuff and was actually contemplating going to see the entire Twilight series for many milliseconds afterward."(I really do love my friends.)
(And I promise that I'm not a "serial-killer-in-the-making". And I am absolutely not crazy enough to qualify for a reality-tv show. At all. Probably.)
So this thing is getting a wee bit public, eh? (Kinda terrifying, to be honest.)
As of now, I'm quite happy having friends like that read here. Because, well, they're awesome. But this blog is sometimes an incredibly personal account of... everything. And it feels exceptionally strange to see The Real World start to trickle into my readership. (I hate that word, btw. "Readership." Sounds pompous, no? I can assure you that my "readership" almost-exclusively consists of a very small group of kick-ass online addicts.)
And the worst part? Most of the people who read here won't comment, so I it's unlikely that I'd even know when someone has found me. Aaargh.
(One of the things that I hated (hated) about my old (public) blog was that very few people commented or even emailed. I only knew that a lot of my friends, family and acquaintances kept up with the old blog because they'd make reference to it when we saw each other in real life, but I would sometimes go months without actually knowing if anyone was even reading the wretched thing.)
So. Um. Yeah.
If you know me in real life and happen to stumble across me here, please tell me. (Phone, email, whatever.) It'll make me feel soo much better if you don't stay anonymous. Please?
(And those of you who blog? Please hold my hand. This is starting to get crazy-scary. Ack.)
