First of all:
(I'm going for "Great Job!")
And I mean it! This was an excellent tale, full of stunning surprises and whiplash-inducing plot twists and believable (in the comic book physics/medical universe, anyway) setups and deliveries and excellent characterization.
I actually felt bad for Lana. I'd enjoy reading a vignette of all of her memories returning, seeing her realize that she was sleeping with and wanting sex (but not having sex) with a married man, hearing about her pain as it explodes in her mind that Clark never was, is currently not, and really never will be hers. If she truly loved him - and I don't see why she couldn't - she'd be devastated by both what happened between them and what can never happen. She might not be able to deal with it, and it's possible she'd have some kind of breakdown or even try to commit suicide.
Maybe "enjoy" isn't the right verb here.
Beyond that,
whose baby is it?! I applaud Clark's attitude that this child will be his whether he contributed the sperm or not. If Bernie Klein doesn't clear up the question, will this weigh on Lois to the point that it affects her health, her relationship with the baby, her relationship with Clark, her job, her emotional and psychological well-being? Jelly, you have a lot of explaining to do!
Will Lois and Clark both recover all of their memories, especially those of the wedding? I'd think that would be of utmost importance to them. Will Lois' pregnancy put a crimp in their work lives to the point that some drastic changes must be made? (This assumes that Clark is the baby daddy.) When will Lois start craving? What will she crave? Will Clark have sympathetic cravings? Will you have them eating Rocky Road out of the same container, or will they each have one to prevent one from out-eating the other?
I may have over-commented here, but please take this to indicate the depth of my involvement in your outstanding tale. I only hope I don't subconsciously plagiarize you.
And thanks for the insight into the process of transcribing this epic work. But 272 days is nothing. I had one tale I worked on for
nine years before I posted it. Of course, it was one of those things I didn't really want to write but my muses kept beating me over the head to make progress and finish. (Harley even frowned during that one.)
So when will you start posting the sequel? Next week? Not soon enough!