The Pregnancy

Most women are happy when their daughters tell them their pregnant, but my mother well… she was stunned. It kind of reminded me of the time I announced I was getting married. Now that I think about it, the look in her eyes was fear. It was so strange. Now my parents have always been very overprotective of me, but that’s only natural when you’re an only child.
Mom started asking me all kinds of questions. You know how did it happen, was I sure?
“Make no mistake about it.” I told her placing her hand on my belly alive with the movement of my baby.
“I’m expecting.”
The more concerned my mother got, the more afraid I became. Why wasn’t she like other mothers when they found out their daughters were pregnant? It confused me.
The night I told my mother I was pregnant, my husband Mark and I had a long talk. It turns out his parents had been just as surprised when he told them. We both wondered why the people, who had almost forced us to date in high school, always became nervous when ever we took another step in life. I admit I thought it would pass, but the more the baby grew in my womb, the more frightened our parents became.
“I want you to undergo a series of test.” My mother finally blurted out.
“Test for what? The doctor says the baby is fine.” I assured her.
“You went to see a doctor?” Mom was almost screaming now.
I have to admit I was a little surprised since she knew how important it was to seek prenatal care.
“Of course.” My mother and father exchanged looks.
“We need to talk… all of us.”
Being eight months pregnant wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I felt sitting in my parents’ living room the next day. Mark and I held hands. I think we did it to protect one another from the looks that were on our parents’ faces. We all sat around looking at each other for the longest time. Then after what seemed like an eternity, my mother finally spoke.
“As a scientist…” Mark rolled his eyes as my mother paused to clear her throat.
“My study of robotics was very important to me. I wanted to create life… to do what my own body could not.” I slowly released my husbands hand and took hold of my mothers. She smiled.
“That’s why we… I… created you.” I was frozen, unable to move.
This must be some kind of weird nightmare.
“I’m just as human as you are.” I said trying to convince myself as I had done so many times before.
“This baby can’t be…” my mother began. I trailed off into my own thoughts as the baby moved inside of me. I felt sick.
“What are you talking about?” Mark yelled.
“I created you once Kelly became interested in boys. I never expected it to happen. We never even thought she’d grow… I thought she’d stay two years old forever. But when she started growing… I loved her so much… I couldn’t shut her down.
I just sat there starring unable to move or say a word. My mother had created me… us… a race of people. Me… my husband… my baby. My mind was racing. What if my baby was deformed? What if it was nothing but metal? It was too horrible to think about.
“What should we do?” I asked my husband later that night as we lay in bed thinking about what had happened.
“Nothing… he said.
“Let’s just live.”
Six months later I gave birth to a five pound seven ounce baby girl and she is so beautiful. She has the softest skin and the brownest eyes… and the most perfect human body I’ve ever seen. When she was born it made me think about my mom and the power of love. She loved me so much that she made me human. I think that’s what happened with my baby too. The love between Mark and I was so strong that it literally created life. I told my mom my theory and she says I’m probably right.