I found out this week that my mother and aunt love to read this blog (waving hello to Mom and Aunt Shelly!). So, I mentioned that to someone and she sort of scrunched up her nose (you know what I'm talking about) and asked me if that was weird for me. Huh? So, she elaborated. She wondered if I felt that I needed to censor what I write, knowing that it would be read by my mother and my aunt.
Um, no. My mother and aunt are smart women. They know that having sex with my husband is probably not going to get me pregnant, but, that I'm still gonna try! They know that I cry when I'm mad or when I'm sad or when I'm frustrated or, sometimes, for no real reason at all. And, they won't be upset if I just have to say "what the fuck" when something goes wrong (although, they might be a little shocked because I rarely talk like that).
So, does it bother me that they are reading this? On the contrary! I feel so blessed that they care enough to want to know what's going on in my life and love me enough to want to know how I'm feeling about it.