It's a bit strange to
be writing to you, but it seems to me to be about time for us to
start to get to know each other. The books tell us that you're not
much bigger than a grape, and that's not very big, is it? On the
other hand, we also read that by now you've got all your internal
organs, and that your eyes and ears have developed - do you know
that you were listening to Beethoven's ninth symphony a couple of
days ago? - so maybe it's not that strange to be writing to you
after all.
Beethoven's ninth was
sort of a strange experience for me since I found myself wondering
just how you might be reacting to it - assuming of course that you
were able to react to it at all. For me it's a moving and powerful
experience, but maybe for you it was sort of like what happens when
music is playing while I'm in the shower - all I can really make
out is a heavy bass line.
I guess that you probably
react more when your mother is playing or practicing. It must be
pretty hard not to hear her. Are you learning to appreciate music,
or are you going to resent being around so much music all of the
time?
Your mother got her first
glimpse of you today. You were ultrasounded, and it turns out that
you're really there. She told me that there really wasn't that much
of you to see, but that you certainly were real, and developing
as the books say that you should. I admit that I was disappointed
that your Mom didn't get to bring a snapshot of you home. As you
can imagine (can you imagine? That's asking a bit too much I suppose)
I was looking forward to seeing what you look like.
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