04/15/2014 02:40 pm ET | Updated Apr 16, 2014

How Birthing My Baby Was An Utterly Preposterous Labor Of Love

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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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