Sunday, December 22, 2002

 
someone just mailed me with a little sympathy, saying she'd been told that not all embryos were meant to be, but "it's a lovely thing to allow them to carry out their short lives in their mother's body."

and I stared at that word, mother, and I guess it made me cry again. it's not something I'd thought of. I'd thought of whether this embryo "counted" as a pregnancy or not, at only 17 days past fertilisation. but not what my relationship to it was. and my husband's. it was half him, and it was alive inside me.

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