My mom came back to work today. She’s still having some pain and tiring pretty quickly, although the worst part for her so far has been that she’s having to adjustment from being a keyboard-based user to a mouser. I’m glad she’s only working two days this week so she’ll have the weekend to recuperate a bit.
We got to have lunch together and I updated her on everything that’s been happening on the baby front. She’s so excited about it, which is awesome. We’re so lucky to have the support of my parents and our sisters, even though Firefly’s parents have been less than enthusiastic. Well, her mother has. I’m not sure she’s even really talked to her father about it. The last time we talked about it she hadn’t, although I imagine her mother has told him.
I think that might, at this moment, be the part of this process that scares me the most. I believe–or at least hope–that they’ll come around, although I don’t have nearly as high of hopes about her brother. I also worry about when it’s my turn to carry. I know that my family is just as excited about the idea of her carrying as they will be for me, but it frightens me a bit that hers might not be so open. Don’t get me wrong, she has some very supportive family members like her sister, aunts, and cousins, but I know it hurts to not have the acceptance of your parents and brother, no matter how long you’ve had to deal with it or how resolved to it you are.
Ah well. Enough about this for now. I need to go work on a paper that’s due tomorrow.
