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.
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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