This was originally published on my newsletter. My son is due on 15 March, and I’m surrounded by objects that imply his presence. The empty bassinet, the changing table and chest of drawers filled with unfathomably tiny clothes each announce they will soon belong to a brand new someone. While for now he exists for me through these objects, as pictures from scans and as increasingly dynamic movements in his mother’s belly, I’m excited to meet him in person.
