Yikes! Now I have absolutely no problem with it if he wants to live here - I love the kid and would love for him to stay with us. But since August or so, sister has lived here with momma and brother has lived there with daddy, and we've gotten them together and shipped them back and forth whenever we had the chance. There are the obvious issues of siblings missing each other, brother missing mom and sister missing dad, but given the situation, it's worked out pretty well. This new development with brother, whom I shall now refer to as bubba, was something I knew dad wasn't going to be too happy about, and I can't say I blame him.
I was right - dad wasn't at all happy about it. He took bubba to dinner to talk about it. I don't know what was said, but apparently bubby told him the same thing he'd told us, and dad, to his credit, allowed him to do what he wanted, even though dad was very upset about this.
So yesterday we dropped off the paperwork to get bubba into school here and he should start tomorrow, probably. It's excellent having him around but I do feel bad about his dad.
<segue>One thing bubba said was that he wanted to be here when the baby is born. I thought that was really cool.</segue>
I'm getting more and more excited to meet the baby. I'm nervous about the c-section, of course, and a bit stressed about the financial end of it, but that stuff doesn't begin to approach the monumental significance and importance of this baby coming into our lives. I'm certain I don't have the words to describe how hugely important this is to me, and how excited I really am.
Being excited is great. It's fun. Momma and I talk about it almost every day. But there is another overwhelming feeling I have about it, a feeling I wasn't sure I'd be able to manage, but I have. It's also hugely important.