I loved being pregnant. For 32 years I had taken my self-functioning body and all its amazing capacities for granted, but in the instant I knew I'd become pregnant, that all changed. I was pregnant, and my body, once just a female figure with two legs, arms and a head (and of course some other parts), was now a miraculous mechanism able to create, grow and protect another human being. Wow. Just wow.
I know many women desperately despise those nine months (or at least some of them), but I was not one of them. I adored them all. I was connected -- or so I thought -- to the baby growing inside me, and I was particularly proud of my body's seemingly superhuman capability. I was growing a human. A h...
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