I always knew my mother (while able to keep a secret -- I thought) had no filter. She gets it from my grandfather. But I thought she had a reasonable amount of common sense.
What, then, prompted her to tell three hundred incoming third-year medical students that her daughter (yes, the one at the SAME MEDICAL SCHOOL/RESIDENCY) is expecting via surrogate and is nine weeks along? And that she requires a surrogate because her aorta is a delicate flower waiting to dissect?
No, gentle readers, she did not first ask my permission. Nor did she tell me she had told them. I found out from a friend who is in the third year class.
Oh, and she also told them about how we had and lost Sweetpea.
I realize you all know this story. But I post anonymously, and there is only one person in my real life who knows of this blog's existence (who I doubt reads my posts and who knows me better than I know myself).
So there goes my grand plan of keeping all a secret until, G-d willing there is a baby. And what if this puts an Evil Eye on everything?
So here we are. Now what? Do I just hope people don't bring it up? Do I now have to start telling people? I don't want to tell people. I want to keep this secret because I am still terrified something could go wrong at any minute, and I don't want people asking how the baby is when the baby isn't.