Just as we're re-evaluating our relationship with Nurse Nina, I'm re-evaluating the relationship between this baby and my mom. Nina wasn't always the cheerleader we needed, and it's increasingly clear that my mom isn't going to be, either.
Two Saturdays ago, as the realization that Heather wasn't pregnant settled in, Heather took the day off to sleep and be sad. My mom e-mailed me at work to say hi and ask if I'd be at dinner Sunday night. I wrote back, chattily, and said that Heather was at home for the day because the insemination hadn't worked out and she was feeling glum and sick. I've been reluctant to mention anything baby-related, but then again I felt like taking a chance.
Mom wrote back, helpfully, "Tell Heather I'm sorry for the loss of the desired pregnancy." Why did she specify "desired"? As opposed, perhaps, to "the pregnancy that we think would be a big mistake"? I thought we were done with this shit. She told me that she was fantasizing about re-decorating and knitting, for fuck's sake.
It's a reckoning. There's Nina, who seemed to be as much a part of the lesbian/baby package as the Cryobank was, and there's my mom, who has always been part of the Rachel-supporting package, and now I wonder how important they truly are in those equations.
I wrote back to my mom and told her that I felt her response to our disappointment was a little odd and that my feelings were hurt to think that, contrary to her previous statement, it wasn't enough for her and my dad to have "expressed their reservations." I said I hoped she would be able to accept the situation. Then I left for the weekend.
Sunday, I checked my home e-mail to see if she might have written to that address. She had, but only to share an article about a dead Prussian relative. And then she sent four more e-mails about our Mennonite ancestor. No, I don't think it's symbolic of her acceptance of our "desired pregnancy" into the great family saga. I think she just likes Ancestry.com that much.
Monday, there wasn't any reply in my work e-mail either.
What I try to focus on, and what all my friends say to reassure me, is that my parents will forget all this when we have a baby. I don't know if I will.