Talking about her name insights more real excitement than most other conversations that I can have about this life brewing inside me. It's a piece of her that can exist outside of myself. I can say it out loud and it will be that same name when she is born. It's as if I can have a piece of her now that can be shown and shared, like maybe I am already getting to know her a bit.
Naming her also makes her inevitable presence in our life more real. She's not just a phantom idea or a big 'ol belly. It allows her to take up space. It allows us to get used to her a bit before her scrunched up face becomes all we want to look at for awhile.
Rosanna's first moments
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