Our little one, the five-pounder attached to the placenta and drinking amniotic fluid, is pushing out on the inside of his house a lot lately. Its not cliche to me anymore; that beautiful scene of a young mother and father stopping everything they're doing to lay on the floor of the house to feel a new human being push on mom's tummy from the inside. I read we get our fingerprints from pushing on the inside of the womb. Our baby's "house" feeds, warms, protects and is also the fingerprint machine.
How in the heck does that work?
I can't pretend that doesn't shock me. I spend all day acting like nothing in this world is surprising or moving or abnormal, that everything around us is like it is because it is. But this fingerprinting process disables my auto-pilot. This is incredible. We got our unique and permanent fingerprints, which are good for identification and ball-gripping purposes, by moving our fingers across our mother's womb as little human beings. I love thinking about the wonderful waving and winding lines our 33 week old offspring is developing as he runs his fingertips across his mama.
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