Why seek out new life, when you can create it from the comfort of your own home?

I didn’t expect yesterday to be as momentous as it was for me. I’m not saying that I didn’t think that it would be important to me, but I didn’t expect how it would change my view of my unborn child. The thing is that it really solidified the experience for me.

Before yesterday, Peanut was “the baby.” I didn’t have a strong sense of the sex of the baby, the way that some parents do. It was always both sexes, and neither. It was this abstract and indeterminate thing not unlike Schrödinger’s cat. Yesterday, Peanut’s waveform collapsed, and now we know that I have a son.

This turns out to make a huge difference emotionally to me. No longer am I referring to him as if he were some strange object, but instead as a real person. He has a gender, he has a face (though I have yet to see a good picture of it), and he even has a name. (Don’t worry, if you don’t know it already, I won’t tease you much longer.)

He’s my son.