Halfway between two and three. Halfway between nothing and a full-fledged human being.  Halfway between concern for my own well-being and the well being of this person. Halfway between my DNA and my husband’s DNA.

It’s hard to believe there’s someone in there. Someone halfway to complete.

There’s been nausea and vomiting, weight loss and heartburn. There’s been anxiety and panic. How will we do? What the heck are we supposed to do? Will we figure it out?

Most of all there is excitement and anticipation. Half him, half me. Halfway there, completely in love.