People sometimes tend to get mad at me because I don't disclose a ton of information.
Sometimes I don't say anything at all... and it gets lots of people in an uproar.
I know I've discussed this before on my blog, but it's just one of those things that bothers me and needs to be typed out just to make me feel better.
Like when Roo was diagnosed with a heart murmur and another horribly long condition that I can't spell to save my life.
I didn't want to talk about.
I just clammed up and kept my tears welling inside.
I knew that if I started making the rounds of phone calls that I wouldn't make it through the day. I would've crumpled up into a quivering heap of tears and would've been no use to Roo at all.
So I never said anything.
Still to this day some people have no clue that we went through that.
It's only easy to talk about now because it's been 2 1/2 years and I am only now able to discuss the imperfections that make my baby unique (She'll always be sheer perfection to me).
I'm not sure what my tight-lips stem from. Maybe I've been scarred too many times from letting my lips slack. Maybe I've just learn to value my privacy and have learned that there's no need to share everything with everyone... just my hubby... and Angela, poor thing knows too much about my life (Sorry Ang).
Maybe I'm just growing up and learning to appreciate the true friends I have in life.
Or maybe I'm too tired from lack of sleep and dealing with a gassy baby to have the time to make the rounds.
I'm going with the first option.