See You On The Other Side, Of Birth
*starting mat leave*
The veil between the real world and labor is thinning. As I’m writing this, I’m looking out at the full moon, who is peaking through the pine trees in our backyard, shining so brightly, and I can very clearly feel what is being asked of me: Surrender to the third trimester. Slow down. Stretch. Squat. Shut the outside. Go inward.
When I relaunched this S…