Now I'm public... maybe

Paul Levy made me public. And if you wonder how I feel about it, I feel pretty bad. The kind of bad that makes you talk to yourself in the parking lot and laugh out loud all alone. I felt very embarassed. And the only reason I am out here is that the online environment is allowing me to cool down before saying anything. I am frightened and excited, and maybe this is my blog's moment of glory.

Paul just publicly announced his salary yesterday, a figure that left me breathless for a couple of minutes. I was feeling comfortable knowing that a guy that earns that much wouldn't think twice about a too shy person... oh well, in his blog he asked people to visit mine... and asked me to install my statistics counter. I am not going to install the statistics counter, not tonight. I will be in the comfort of the fact that there are no comments and maybe there are too many interesting things on the web for anyone to pay attention to me.

[ETA: Just to be clear, Paul offered to put a link to my blog and I took his offer. I am very grateful for his outreaching out to me. It is the nature of social anxiety that the emotional responses to any kind of exposure are very strong. I think it was important to acknowledge and face my emotions. At a rational level, I fully understand that creating this blog, having a link to it from another place or even having the whole world see it is a big thing only for me.]

Now enough about my embarasment, I am going to use the free publicity to talk about a subject dear to my heart: preeclampsia. It's almost 4 years since we lost our first son to this disease and the weeks to follow will be quite difficult for us. They are much less difficult now that we have a happy and healthy baby then they were 2 and 3 years ago, but we will always remember our Angel.