On the other hand, I truly felt that I wouldn't mind that excuse, if it had been me, to break off the meeting between old friends - 'because my children were sick'.
I'm just going to have one child in this life. And I look forward to caring for him, even when he is sick and it is annoying.
I probably can't keep up that attitude of looking forward all minutes of the future, but I can when it matters. When I have to. I am sure of that.
Perhaps that's all I need to be sure of, when it comes to having a child for the first time.
I was thinking there should be a book for children. About near-death experiences. Maybe this one will get read and taken to heart by many adults as well, who manage to ignore that such hope exists like it was an ingrained habit.
Today, I had the feeling that our unborn son was now 'in our lives' - more than before. Like he was more real. Already living with us in a sense. It could 'just be psychological'. We're halfway. We're getting more and more used to the thought of having a son. Whatever the case it was a good feeling. It doesn't need further explanation of its foundations.