In fact, somebody has more than a scrapbook.

It seems that this baby has more than a scrapbook. It has an appellation, too – baby.

I've never used that word before. Last time, before finding out that there was nothing there, Gilles and I referred to what we mistakenly thought was a presence as something silly, never as baby. Since then, I've only ever said "the pregnancy" or "the empty gestational sac" or something similarly cold.

I don't know yet that it's there, this baby; we'll see tomorrow. But I would like to start believing that it is.

Please be there tomorrow, baby. There's a just-started scrapbook waiting for you, and there are so many pages left to fill.

the next page.