Please to pardon that last post. I am having iPhone difficulties.
So. Last Friday, Tata told A she had to go pick up some medicine. But the story emerged from Gatito that they had gone to the doctor and he had stayed in the waiting room with Tata’s ex-boyfriend while she was examined. Let’s set aside for a moment any issues with that, because, while I don’t love it, at least I know and like the guy and know he cares for Gatito and that Gatito likes him.
Yesterday, she arrived in a really bad mood. On our way to work (we have been commuting together most days– how green are we?!), A planted the idea that she is pregnant.
She broke up with her boyfriend–for the second time– about six months ago. Mostly because, long story short, he was taking major advantage of her financially, really dragging her down. So she was sad sad sad and then, two months ago (I was just able to confirm date because she mentioned it on Facebook) they had a friendly reconciliation. They did not get back together and she has seemed to be doing great. But what if that reconciliation was *really* friendly?
She had another doctor’s appointment today while my mom took Gatito to art class. When I got home in the evening, I asked if everything was okay. She was in a better mood and said everything was fine. Being a nosy bitch, I pressed a little harder.
“There is something,” she admitted. “But I don’t know what’s going to happen yet and I’m not ready to talk about it.”
People! What else could it possibly be?! I can’t think of anything besides pregnancy that fits, and I’m sick with worry. One, for her, because having a baby fathered by a fiscally irresponsible ex-boyfriend when you are trying to save money to get a teaching degree is not really great news.
And two, for me/the kids, because I thought I was going to have her forever! Having Tata enables me to work without worry When I try to picture her taking care of two infants and Gatito (assuming this is even something she wants to do), I don’t even know how they’d all fit in her tiny car. (And as my mom pointed out, divided attention is not really what I’m paying top dollar for.) and when I try to picture finding another bright, sweet, reliable nanny who loves my kid and has been *outstanding* at dealing with his anxieties, well, I can’t imagine that either.
It’s 3:00 a.m. What are you up stressing about?
