I went to the doctor this afternoon. I found out I've now gained 20 pounds, I drank this orange stuff, and I waited for an hour so the docs could see if my blood sugar would spike. Exciting stuff. Anyway…
So maternity leave and figuring out how to be a parent and a working person are still very much top of mind these days. I can tell Nate’s feeling the I-am-man/I-am-provider angst. It’s kind of weird how these traditional mindsets sneak right into ones perfectly modern life. Even though I have never once said that I want to give up my job—my career—and be a fulltime stay-at-home mom, I can tell that Nate wants to have that option. He wants to give me that option.
It’s very sweet, actually. I just wish he didn’t worry about it so much. Because when it really comes down to it, I could stay home. We could leave Brooklyn for some less expensive suburban place. Nate could endure an hour-plus commute—and miss putting his little one to bed nightly. I could feel lonely and far away from all my friends. Sure, we could do it. But I don’t want to.
Right now, I want to figure out how to make this work. Today, I’m feeling a little more hopeful that we can.