"Mommy, I don't want to go back in your tummy."
I tell him, "No sweetie, you don't have to go back in once you are born."
"There's germs in that tummy. I don't want to go back in there."
A minute of quiet, he must be processing...
"It was dark in there and I wanted out. That was not the fun part. The fun part was the gettin' out."
He's been amazed lately, looking the picture of my belly when I was pregnant with him. He asks me often if there is another baby in there now. (No, there is not!)
The miracle of it all hits me just then, again, that he started with just one egg. That he was in the dark of my womb.
That he is here now, growing to be the man that he will some day be.
In his blue eyes, I see my eyes. In his expression, I see his dad. I never imagined feeling this way about someone. The words are hard to find, to express quite what it all means to me.
It's good to be three.