Birthing the Future

A Few Words on Labor, Rest, and Celebration

Nine years ago at this time, I was big and pregnant. It wasn’t my first pregnancy— I’d miscarried the first— but it was the first one I carried to term.

What I remember about those last eight weeks of being pregnant was how tired I was. One afternoon, I fell asleep on my couch, only to wake up four hours later to discover that a massive fire had broken o…