Sunday, September 02, 2001
I wonder, as I shower, as I sit at lunch with the in-laws, how it's going in there. I think about how the egg is the size of a pin head, if that, and how tiny a sperm is and how, if they have got together, they're still floating about in that giant space called womb, looking for something to hold onto. and I feel kind of wistful for it, alone in such a huge, unknowable world.
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