School has begun!

I am intimidated. I have not felt this way since my first meeting Lt's parents. Of course, it is enough for most people just to enter a doctorate program to become intimidated. Being pregnant only adds to the experience.

Little One was not thought of when first I decided upon my entry. That is my fault of course. Since he is now a reality, he must be considered. Advanced programs are not known for their patience. How will I accommodate him into my studies and work? Will my professors consider me a serious candidate because of pregnancy?

I suppose the true question of myself is will be able to give Little One proper care? I wish to raise my child. I do not wish to pass him to a caregiver. I do not wish to miss the important moments. I want to be the one who sees first him roll over, crawl, to sit, to walk, and say his first word.

I will continue my education. For now. I will look to my mother's example to see it can be done. She is a doctor. I am the only one born after her school was finished. It is certain though, I will not allow Little One to suffer by my absence. It is my responsibility to ensure he grows healthy and happy.