For the very first time yesterday I looked down at my belly (that doesn’t even look like a pregnant belly yet) and said, “I wish you were here already”. It kind of took me by surprise because all my life I’ve been looking forward to being pregnant. There is no reason to rush this. I know babies can be exhausting and I know I need to take myself out to dinner and the movies and do every thing I ever wanted to do alone, now, while I still have the chance. I know the quiet solitude I enjoy, now, is the last I will have probably for the next 18 years. So what’s the rush?
I guess I’m starting to think of this “condition” as a person I just can’t wait to meet.