Better, thank you

Thank you all so very much for your very kind and understanding comments on my post about my regret over mocking someone on this blog who didn't deserve it and in a manner that was able to be found by a sleuthing relative. I was in a very low place on Friday, as you could tell, and truly, all of your support helped get me through it. Admittedly, I think I was a bit histrionic due to these pregnancy hormones. It's not my usual M.O. to be melodramatic like that, I was just so horrified and embarrassed and ashamed. But, as usual, you all picked me up and helped me shake myself out of it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

I had talked it out with the person who found the post on Thursday night and they understood and forgave, and then spent the remainder of Thursday night consoling me because I felt so awful. That would be a good, manipulative tactic if I wasn't feeling so god-damned, honestly crappy, don't you think? It was not the person about whom I was mocking who found the post, THANK GOD, and it was someone whom I trust not to let it go any further.

I wasn't quite ready to stop beating myself up on Friday, so the bloggy sleuth and I did the same dance again, where we spoke, I was forgiven and then they consoled me for a while. With active determination, I have decided to put this matter behind me but retain it as a lesson learned. The last thing I want it all sorts of negativity coursing through my body at a time when I should be celebrating little John Lennon and praying for little Paul McCartney.

As dear Sarah has recommended, my regrets should be gone and I should lead with the happy and hopeful news of that 1st ultrasound. So after letting you all know that I'm doing better and thanking you endlessly for holding me up, I will allow the happy 1st ultrasound post the attention it deserves right below and vaporize the regret post.

But p.s. -- don't write things about people on your blog unless you'd be OK with them seeing it! ;)