While at my cousin's wedding yesterday, my aunt told me she has been reading my blog.
When I started this blog, I didn't tell anyone about it. After about a month, I told my sister. (She is my best friend after all.) A month or two after that, hubby's sister found out I had a blog. I wasn't actively trying to keep it a secret, but it was kind of nice when the only people reading your blog are random strangers. You can write whatever you want about whoever you want without any fear of repercussion. So for a while, my audience consisted of just a few family members and people I'd never met.
Then hubby told his co-workers about my blog. Once we had three kids, my trips to visit him at work significantly declined and the girls at work wanted to see picture of the kids. So instead of emailing himself some pictures, he let everyone at work know the inner workings of my mind.
(---Note to self--do not mention on blog if hubby calls in sick when he is not actually sick. Not that he would ever do that, but, you know, just in case...)
I adjusted to that. All of the girls at his work had kids and laughed with (or possibly at) me through my struggles. Then more people kept finding out. Some were offended I hadn't told them. Some stopped reading when I switched to nicknames for the kids and a new blog address.
Then I found some of the people in our ward had blogs. And they found mine. (PS-Esther, I would love to read your blog--I forget to ask you when I see you.)
When Squirt was born, hubby sent out a mass email to his whole list proclaiming the glad news...with a link to my blog for a picture.
(---Note to self--our ward is the greatest ward ever, we live in the best neighborhood, everyone is great!)
So let's recap. I have told exactly one person that I have a blog. My husband has told the rest of the world.
Every time I find out that someone new is reading my blog, there is that moment of panic as I try to remember everything I have ever written and if anything might offend them.
And then I remember this is my blog. I try to only write about my family. My kids may hate me for it later, but I figure as long as I am the one cleaning up any bodily fluids they may excrete, it's pretty much my right. So read on world. I think I have covered myself.
One more thing...if all these people are reading my blog, I am thinking my comment count is pretty low. I'm just saying...