Every so often a little gem drops in your lap and you think to yourself, "You know, I really should blog about that."
And it's even better when it's something totally embarrassing. Nothing like a little public humiliation, right? And frankly, this little gem is downright funny, too.
So, on Twitter there are about 1,350 people who follow my updates. The law of averages means there are a certain number of them who are currently pregnant. I've seen really awesome ultrasounds from some of my twitter friends and exchanged stories about feeling clumsy, backaches, and weight gain.
But then there is the stuff that's really better left off the grid. You know, bathroom-y stuff. The stuff that's in the baby books I'm reading that often starts with a sympathetic paragraph that reads, "This happens to a lot of women" and proceeds to tell you horror stories about the internal workings of your bladder or colon. Chapter 2: Wow, I might pee the next time I sneeze because the baby is cramping my organs. Sweet. Chapter 4: My pelvic floor (which I didn't even know I had until recently) apparently needs to hit the gym or else it will get weak and do what?! Eesh. That kind of stuff.
One of my twitter friends is newly pregnant. And, speaking from direct experience, there is nothing like having someone in-the-know to ask about all the little things. Including the bathroom-y stuff. So, she sent me a direct, private message on Twitter about an 'issue' she was having.. is it normal? Did it happen to me? What helps?
Well, shoot.. I am all too happy to share any information if it will help a fellow preggo out. So I replied. With details.
Only, on my iPhone a direct message looks just like any other text message. Didn't even notice it was from Twitter.
And.. on my iPhone when you hit reply to a Twitter direct message it does not "direct message" the person back. Oh, no. Why would it do that, silly? In what I can only describe as totally awesome planning on Twitter's part... it blasts it straight to all 1,350 of my twitter peeps. With details.
It's pretty funny. I can only imagine the look on the faces of my fellow tweeples sitting at their desks or surfing on their phones wondering why the heck I am going on (in detail) about my bathroom habits.
Hence the title of this blog.
Now you know.