It may seem like I should be comfortable writing about this pregnancy by now, but the truth is I still feel like I am tempting fate every time I talk about it. Still, I am trying to hold space for that fear. And excitement. And gratitude. And grief. So that’s what I wrote about. I hope this essay resonates with anyone who is trying to move forward with authenticity after one of life’s curveballs.
Is your social media feed split between masked and un-masked faces? Mine is and I’m fascinated. That’s why I wrote a meditation on loneliness and choice during the pandemic. Read my lyric essay Earthworms & Champagne in the NYU SPS’s Dovetail. It’s my first piece in a literary magazine.
When I thought about what I would write about for my bi-monthly spot in Pregnancy After Loss Support’s publishing calendar, my mind flashed back to something a doctor said to me right before an important ultrasound. She said, “A uterus is a potential space.” It’s an interesting way to talk about an organ but I think the reason the moment came to me wasn’t because of biology.
A reflection on the value of living in an urban area — in spite of everything.
A reflection on acceptance, adaptation, and persistence during the Covid-19 pandemic, social justice uprisings, and infertility
How I learned to live with pain and possibility.
For plants to live, roots must detect and then respond to what is happening to them. I think our hearts are a little like that.