I’m sitting here at home on the eve of Christmas Eve and just realized that right now at this very moment the first parts of you could be forming inside of me. You could be on your way to being. To being created. To being something tangible. To being a someone.
It’s going to be an interesting experience for me. At what point, I wonder, will you become a someone for me? Maybe that has already started to happen? Until we decided to bring you into our family, anything before you would have been a cluster of cells or a fetus at best, but now that you are known and loved, I think that from that very first affirmation of your existence you will be our baby.
We live in a world of dichotomy, Danger, and while for pregnancies that are not yet decided upon there are cell clusters and extended parts of womens’ bodies, for you and me—you are already my baby.