Half of Baby P.'s genes are mine and half are from Mr. Blessings.
Okay, so this is pretty obvious. That's how babies are made. That's the science of it.
I have clearly known about this even before I knew that Baby P. existed there in my tummy.
But, somehow, it just hit me again how absolutely amazing this is. Our little bean is a real, live human that will forever connect us to each other in a way that is different from our marriage vows.
There are so many miraculous things about growing a life, but this one feels like the biggest of them all.
I cannot wait to see how each of us (and our family members) are expressed in this little being.
I am thankful to God for giving me these nine months to slowly gather all of these thoughts into my brain and for blessing me with a husband that I love so dearly and hope my child takes after.