Well grrr. I thought linking to my registries would only reveal our last name, but it also displays our hometown, and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. Granted, everything else is hidden, including our address and phone number, but it's not a decision I can make on my own. I have to discuss it with Jerry.
In the meantime, I was able to figure out how to add a PayPal button. And just in case some of the detectives among you clicked on it and assumed that the e-mail address was my last name, it's not. Anymore anyway. That was my maiden name and the only things left of that identity are Express mailers, credit card offers and that PayPal account. I'm in the process of updating it.
Ironically, I did a search for my maiden name at one of the places we registered and it seems she and I have a lot more in common than just our names. Not only are we having babies within months of each other -- that apparently are both girls -- but we also selected some of the same items. If she didn't live on the other side of the country, I think I'd try to contact her. Just because.
The rest of today promises to be a good one. Jerry and I are going to spend the afternoon attending a local arts festival trying to replace the handmade artisan spoon rest my clumsy pregnant self destroyed a few months ago. I swear I'm not making it up that "increased clumsiness" is a noted pregnancy symptom in all of my reading material. And they're not kidding. Some days I'm proud of myself for placing one foot in front of the other properly.
Lets see if that holds up for an afternoon of walking.