I find it amazing how the photo below of my my two babies, lying equally peaceful in the gestating capsule that is my uterus, shows how equally distinct and unique they are.

Ava (on the right), had my chubby round face and little pug nose. She had Mark’s sweet soft lips and his cute-as-a bug little ear lobes. It looks like bubalubs (on the left) has a strong and thoughtful brow like his father, and perhaps a button nose like his mom.

It’s mind boggling to think how our DNA is split and divided and assembled into little miniature versions of ourselves.

Even more mind boggling is trying to figure out how to measure how much my heart can hold. I’m firmly convinced the expansive depths of the love and bond I feel for this baby completely defy the logics of mathematical probabilities and stretch beyond the unbounded infinity of space and time.

I’m also firmly convinced that the rapid growth of my mountainous matronliness has begun to defy the laws of physics as my breasts and stomach develop their own gravitational pull to compensate for my rapid growth, as proven by the recent development of stretch marks on my right breast.

Labels: Pregnancy