The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

4 September 2002

Girl, uninterrupted

Once upon a time, I was actually married, which does much (though clearly not everything) to explain why I have two children. And I admit that I was taken by surprise when I was informed that the first one was on the way. For one thing, there had been no testing: no cutesy strips, no trip to the OB/GYN, nothing. It didn't matter: she knew. From the very moment of fertilization, somehow she knew.

And, of course, she was right. Delivery turned out to be something less than flawless, but what matters here is the terminology: at no point in those nine months, so far as I can recall, did either of us use the word "fetus".

And maybe that's some of what Susanna Cornett is talking about when she asks, "What is nine months for a life?"

Posted at 8:00 PM to Life and/or Death