Facebook a no-no

As someone who is so immersed in the world of social media that I used a loo break at my wedding to change my Facebook status to "Married", it's going to be hard to avoid publishing constant updates throughout Mrs A's labour process. Unfortunately for my various Friends and Followers, the mother of my child has been very insistant on the lack of posts telling all and sundry how dilated she is, whether her waters have broken and "ooh, look, it's crowning!"...
Of course, there's nothing to stop me publishing photos of mum and baby in those moments of bliss immediately after labour, when she's too strung out on emotions, gas, air and any other substances which have been pumped into her body over the course of the delivery process to complain too much about me Tweeting images to the population of St Albans.
It's no longer the case whereby a notice in the Family Announcements pages of the Herts Ad is enough to inform the world about your new arrival - oh no, this has to be supplemented with a brace of candid snaps taken on one's iPhone with reckless abandon and a complete lack of self-awareness.
Regional journalists are probably more immersed in the world of social media than some of their national peers - columnists aside - who don't have the same need to invest their mortal souls in a community and trawl through hundreds of Tweets on a daily basis in the hope of finding a story...
Team Herts Ad love Twitter. We've a nice network of contacts who use it daily and are incredibly helpful in keeping us informed about what's happening across the district, but there are also some people who are just rude and obnoxious for no apparent reason, and end up being blocked as soon as possible...
Meanwhile, the Spawn has been drumming away like Phil Collins at a Genesis concert over the past few days. I'm wondering whether it's trying to communicate in Morse Code, asking when it's scheduled to depart the nice warm environment of Mrs A's womb for the real world. It can't be long, little one, you're running out of space in there and I'm sure you're looking forward to trying out those lungs on some air rather than amniotic fluid, if only to scream your heart out!