I want to talk about something that happened to me a
few weeks ago.
I was curled up on the couch with a cup of chamomile
tea, feeling a little overwhelmed — not for any dramatic reason, just that
quiet, low-level anxiety that seems to come with the territory of expecting a
baby. You know the feeling. There's so much information out there. So many
"shoulds." So many perfectly curated images of glowing women who seem
to have it all figured out.
I picked up a book almost by accident. A friend had
mentioned it in passing, and I'd downloaded it without much thought.
By the second chapter, I had to put it down just to
breathe.











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