When one becomes two
October 17, 2021•165 words
I've been carrying Baby for almost 9 months now, but he still doesn't feel 'real' to me.
The morning sickness was real.
The anxiety around whether he'd be healthy and whole was real.
The check-ups were real; the sound of his heartbeats, seeing him wriggle about on the ultrasound – all real.
The kicks and punches (especially towards my bladder and other internal organs) are definitely real.
But Him, as a being, a human, a person – not real. Not yet.
Right now He's still just an extension of me that happens to be taking a bunch of internal space, making his presence known via constant toilet visits and wave-like movements on the surface of my belly that look eerily similar to scenes from the movie 'Alien'.
All of this to say that I think it's kind of weird and funny that babies are made when two become one – but don't get born into a true, real state of being, until one becomes two.