It's been a weird day.
Or a weird three or four days really, if you want to get technical.
When I posted that hastily written little ditty about choosing life when faced with pregnancy as a teenager. I really wasn't expecting what followed. That one post has received more page views in three days than I probably receive in two months. (I'm pretty sure most of my readers, before that post, are blood related to me, if that says anything.) For the most part, the reaction has been good. Supportive. Nice. And all those adjectives that impart warm fuzzies. But some of them?
Not so nice.
Like the person who implied that my mother's reaction to my pregnancy announcement was totally inappropriate.
Or the person who said that my mother should have recommended an abortion.
Or the person speculating on how much older "le husband" looks than me.
(I got a kick out of that one. He's a whopping three years older. SHOCKING.) Also the same person who assumed we must've come from money.
Nope. Negative. Nada.
If I've learned anything from these past few days it's that I will probably never, ever again look at my blog stats. And never, ever again look at my referring sites. And never, ever again click on the referring sites and read through the comments being left about my story. Ever.
Though I was pretty tickled to see that someone found my blog this week by googling "crying over mashed potatoes."
Changing the subject...
Look at my cute baby!