Very good to see this back!
I think you write Lois's various emotions beautifully. I loved this:
I found myself putting a hand on my abdomen when she said that, filled with an irrational feeling of warmth for the tiny little thing in my belly.
It was weird because I had never really wanted to be a mother. Given my childhood, the most important thing to me was to be as different from my parents as possible. But then I married Clark and he wanted to be a father so much it made me want to become parents. But mostly for Clark. I wanted to be a mother mainly so that Clark could be a father.
But now that I was pregnant, it was different. I could already feel excitement and something else, something akin to love for the baby growing inside me, and it was separate from the fact that I felt happy that I may be able to give Clark the thing he wanted most in the world.
At first Lois never wanted to be a mother, but then she wanted to be a mother mostly so that Clark could be a father. But now she feels love stirring in herself for that yet-invisible little life growing inside her. It's wonderful how her pregnancy fills her with joy at her ability to give Clark what he wanted most in the world, and at the same time she feels love for the tiny little baby that she has never seen, not even in an ultrasound image.
At the same time there are all these feelings of apprehension. What will it be like to feel sick for months? How will she be able to go without coffee? What will her parents say about her pregnancy - and what will they say about the true nature of the father of her child? And what if something goes wrong anyway?
I love Clark's warm, supportive presence throughout this part, and I like Evelyn, their gynecologist.
I'm looking forward to more parts of this sweet fic, which still has a lot of potential for angst.
Ann
