Getting all Deep and Stuff

Foster is becoming a little boy already. It's so strange to look at him and think about the fact that he formed inside me...and a little creepy. He survived inside of my body. I suppose we all lived inside someone else at one point and don't remember it...but what a strange thing to consider. Makes me want to stretch out just thinking about it.

Pregnancy is only the half of it. He was also there for his delivery. He was there for every contraction, for my (his?) water breaking, for the final pushes. Was he crying inside me or only when he came out?

If I think about Foster's birthday I think about labor as something that I went through to get him, not something I went through with him. Maybe I should start thinking of it differently.