Mathilde, week 25th
I have to say that fatherhood has been a rather abstract concept for me so far.
Don’t get me wrong: I am happy to become a father. But the idea that a baby was actually growing in Mathilde’s belly was something that I had to somehow rationally accept - but haven't managed yet to fully interiorize it or to be fully emotionally involved in it. In short, it was something that I know it was happening, but it was as if it was happening to someone else, as if I was reading it in a book or observing it in a documentary.
But when I saw Mathilde after almost six weeks we have been apart, oh gosh, I suddenly realized this is going to happen. And this is going to happen to me!
And running the risk of sounding trivial, I have to say that I rarely saw Mathilde so beautiful. It is true: round is beautiful!