Photo by Tom Chamberlain
A Vermont Homebirth
In the last weeks of my pregnancy I seemed to lose almost all ability for rational thought. Even though I knew that I could not possibly be pregnant forever, I began to believe that I would be. I felt consumed by my pregnancy; I could not do school work or housework. The only activities I seemed to enjoy were lying on the couch with my favorite blanket, eating and playing with my first son, Noah. Looking back on that time now, I think it was my version of nesting.
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