I don’t recognise her at first. She has grown round, not just in her life-carrying belly but in her face and arms as well. I have never seen her with a bigger smile on her lips and in her eyes. In happiness, too, she gained weight.

She hands me a photograph of the baby. It is one of those new high-tech three dimensional images. He looks just like her, but with his father’s nose, my friend’s nose, on a new and different person.

I put the picture in my purse. Will I regret not embarking on this journey myself?

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