I'm reading a book called The Girls, which is about a set of conjoined twins. One of the twins becomes pregnant. Two things she says about pregnancy resonate with me:
- "Having been born, as Ruby and I were intended to be born, joined at the skull, we are normal to ourselves. It's normal for me and Ruby to be who we are and to live as we do. But being pregnant did not feel normal. For the first time in my life, I felt fully freakish and monstrously, hideously, deformed."
- "...my delight and my horror, and my misery and my bliss, at the occupation of my body."
Okay, so I don't truly feel freakish, or monstrously hideously deformed, nor would I say I've experienced "horror." But it does feel peculiar, this possession by baby.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...