Over my lifetime, I have written some very personal things on paper because that is how I have processed the emotions.
Over the past few years, I have published a LOT of those things on the Internet because I enjoy writing and sharing my writing.
Over the last couple months, however, the one thing I have not posted much about is my pregnancy.
I have been writing in a journal (when my carpal tunnel allows), but that journal is for my child to read someday.
The best that I can explain it, is that this pregnancy is MINE (and Chris's, of course). But I just don't want every little piece of information broadcast to the world. I do not put a lot of information on Facebook. I do not post my journal writings. I do not talk to anyone but Chris about my fears and joys and intimate moments with the baby.
I'm such an open book about every aspect of my life - my past, my marriage, being a stepparent, my extended family, my work history, whatever. If you have a question, I will answer it - sometimes even before you actually ask it.
But I guess, one of the quirky things that has happened during this pregnancy is that I am not interested in sharing these special moments with anyone but the father of my baby.
It might be superstition, "If I don't show the universe how excited I am, it won't take it away." There might be a little part of me that just cannot handle being inundated with advice and belly pats and opinions.
But my guess is that I just finally found something very personal and extremely sacred and my love and reverence and happiness is mine alone to enjoy.