
My baby IS here. He's not coming by ocean liner or from outer space. He's not currently in some remote factory being assembled, waiting to be shipped over. The stork is not bringing me a baby. He's right now inside of my body going where I go hearing his brothers and sisters, being poked by curious and eager fingers, experiencing life alongside us all. We don't know the details of his features or the weight of him in arms or the sound of his mewing but he is real and he is present. I'm the sort who finds it beyond bizarre to use terms like "arrival" or "coming" or "so and so is here!" because in my mind that baby has been here but just on the inside growing up enough to be born. So, for me, the alternate reality is where there's a disconnect to the fact that the baby is indeed right there under just a little flesh. I respect the thought process of other mamas fully but for me it's completely incomprehensible that my baby is elsewhere 'cause he's not. While the process is full of mystery, beauty and magic the notion that baby is not here is fairy tale to me. Â
yeah, of course the baby is HERE but right now you really know nothing about him/her. i mean, you can guess but you don't know his/her personality, his/her essense, who he/she IS. listen, people have different viewpoints, for me, i don't really KNOW my baby until i meet him/her in the flesh. like i said, there are people out there who are more connected to the in-the-womb experience. it's just not me. and it might be a little bit of a cultural thing too. i mean, we don't even buy a diaper for the kid until he's born. we don;t name them, we try not to have ultrasounds, we really try to respect the mystery and the holiness of what's going on in the womb as much as possible. it's just something we really can't control, try as we might.











