Does God Know What It is Like to Be Pregnant?

“YOURS IS THE KIND OF BODY I WANT, WHEN I AM PREGNANT.”

She says this so matter-of-factly to me at a rehearsal dinner last weekend, I forget for a moment that I was still trying to remember her name.

I am flattered by the compliment but not sure why she has revealed this information to me. Her tall slender body promises her hope to come true and so much more.

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Blue Frost Gatorade, Memaw and a Hospital Tour.

"I'm going to step out and get some water."

These were the only words I could muster out loud to the group as I awkwardly interrupted the hospital tour of the birthing unit this morning.

I coached myself, much like when I give blood, to breathe deeply and put my head between my knees. It was all too much though, the interrogating lights in the delivery room, the hideous stirrups tucked under the bed, the cords and monitors hanging so invasively near as if they were pretending to be interesting books on a night stand.

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Burying the Last of the Four

My grandmother’s funeral has begun, I can picture all my male cousins in black suits carrying her casket down the aisle near the altar. The same mosaic stained glass image of Jesus towers over the back of the Holy of Holies.

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