Thursday, December 20, 2007
My mom is on Facebook.
I know because she sent me a "confirm how you know (me)" email.
And I did. And then I went through my own facebook page with a fine tooth comb to see if there was anything incriminating on there. By incriminating I don't mean photos of me drunk and stupid; I mean IVF-maybe baby-fertility plans incriminating....
There was one hyperlink that, if she chose to click it, would have taken her to another online project that I am working on (not www.maybebaby.com, thank goddess), which would have spilled the beans.
How savvy is mom with hyperlinks?
We'll see, won't we?
Next question: how good is she with google?
Now, it's not terrible if she puts two and two together and figures out that we are trying to have a baby. It's not terrible at all. But we chose NOT to tell mom or dad because if you recall: a.) they were in the process of selling their house, moving and relocating to a new state, all with more than a little bit of trepidation and we didn't want to muddy the waters; b.) I don't tell my parents much; c.) I don't tell my parents much because they worry and fret and bug the shit out of me until they are assured everything is ok.
I know that we have a long road ahead of us that will be tough enough without daily calls and goddess-forbid, visits to check up on me. I would have rather had a great "guess what??" moment in the spring. But so it goes.