One of the French gentlemen expressed their wishes that we meet again* at some time in the future a while after the child is born. Meaning, of course, that I will meet the child face to face who is half me half one of them. I wonder what that will feel like? Like meeting any other of my friend's children? Or like meeting your *child*? The later seems too Soap Opera for me. It wouldn't be my child, that is it wouldn't be *mine* in possession, Jesus. I like to think it will be a pleasant blend of meeting a friend's kid that you happen to believe is more awesome than any other kid (by virtue of it being some kind of reflection of yourself).
*Specifically, it was requested that we should meet in the South of France during summer when the heads of the zucchini are ripe for grilling. Well, yeah, I don't see why not!