I’m SO done. And somehow I can’t get enough of it all. Every day I wake up wondering if this will be the last day I ever carry a child.
Read MoreYou kick me now, secure and snuggled while the world burns down. You aren’t exactly timely news to share at work, so I hide you beneath the desk, away from the eye of Zoom, tucked away in the only safe place I know.
Read MoreToday we reach the final trait that I want to explore in the mothering metaphor. We’ve looked at the ways in which all women are included in the maternal tasks of nourishing and housing life, but in order to dive into the idea of nurturing life, we have to take a step back.
Read MoreHousing another human is my least favorite part of mothering. It’s true, some women describe pregnancy as the time in life when they felt most beautiful. The symptoms of carrying a child can vary so widely from woman to woman that some will find they pale in comparison with the mysterious wonder of the life blooming inside. I delight in hearing these experiences. I rejoice for these women. But I am not one of them.
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