I made a Baby!

I have to keep reminding myself of that the I start to feel down.  I did build, and am still providing aaaalll of the supplies for continuing to build, a human being. That has blown my mind more than once over the last few months.  It really hit me when I was planting and harvesting in my little garden this summer.  Someone plants a seed. Into dirt! We add some water and some sunlight and through a rather complex process that little seed takes the water and dirt, takes all the pieces apart and rearranges them into a plant! And then that plant, in some sort of programmed effort to make more of itself, makes edible bits. From Dirt! Then we take those edible bits, made from re-arranged dirt-stuff, and we eat them.  Our bodies deconstruct them again and use them to make pieces of us.  For pregnant women it turns them into an entire organ (the placenta), and magic feeding tube, and an entire human being.

Then the baby gets pushed out, which is another miracle all together.

And NOW. Instead of turning that dirt-food into a new human body, it turns it into another food! A food designed for my mini human, which he is somehow instinctually able to extract from my body.

Dirt becomes Baby. We really are made from the dust of the earth.
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I have a lot time to marvel with my every-45-minute eating baby.


The other thing I marvel at is how much we love these little lumps. When they are first born they literally offer us nothing but pain. Sore nether regions, lack of REM cycles, fluctuating hormones, and sore, occasionally bleeding nipples makes it seem like "love" would be the least likely emotion for us to feel for the cause of those problems.  And they offer nothing for the first few weeks. They don't interact, they can't even really see us that well. And yet we love. We hold, comfort and smell them. We stare at them while they sleep. Marvelous.