This essay was adapted from Labor Day: True Birth Stories by Today’s Best Women Writers.
In a little red cottage on a pond in the Berkshire Mountains of western Massachusetts one Saturday morning in August I woke alone in my bed and felt a queasy swoop of something flitter through my gut. I’m pregnant! I thought, sitting up with a start.
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