This is so lovely and eloquent. I hated being pregnant, hated the discomforts in my body, felt a little trapped and like I was shedding pieces of myself to make room for the baby and all of the growth. I really love how you describe pregnancy as this liminal state, it resonates. But lately I’m thinking that we move from liminal state to liminal state, with only brief moments of feeling settled, feeling like we’ve “arrived” - whether it’s in a physical location, or an identity, or a role we’re embodying. Everything is so cyclical and nonlinear! Love you, friend. Xo
This is so lovely and eloquent. I hated being pregnant, hated the discomforts in my body, felt a little trapped and like I was shedding pieces of myself to make room for the baby and all of the growth. I really love how you describe pregnancy as this liminal state, it resonates. But lately I’m thinking that we move from liminal state to liminal state, with only brief moments of feeling settled, feeling like we’ve “arrived” - whether it’s in a physical location, or an identity, or a role we’re embodying. Everything is so cyclical and nonlinear! Love you, friend. Xo