In my entire 28 years of life, I had never heard as many miscarriage and stillbirth stories as I have heard within the past two months of my pregnancy.
At first I found it rather strange that suddenly, on top of the burden of my own first-time momma fears, I was destined to hear a conglomeration of stories about babies who didn't make it. But in the past two weeks I have been able to feel Giovanna's busy movements multiple times throughout the day, and my own fears have waned significantly. This has allowed me to view this sort of storytelling as a sacred exchange; a quiet recognition and celebration of a pregnancy that did not result in a child.
And it has reminded me how divinely powerful women are.