When my daughter Meghan was born, the first emotion I experienced, after relief, was that of utter astonishment. Lying on the table, between my shaking legs, was a living human being. This was power. Real power! Like wind and water and fire. What had this to do with those frothy, baby doll maternity clothes? Why didn’t women look like Amazons when they were pregnant? Why had I never seen a pregnant woman swagger? Why hadn’t I?
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