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.