What if we reminded each other that our lives are not naturally unbearable but they are made so by the powers that be?
Maybe I uttered the words for the first time in my 15th week of pregnancy, when I was admitted to the hospital for an IV drip of anti-nausea medication because I had vomited six times in the past 24 hours and couldn’t keep down water.
Or maybe I said them on the second or third day of my failed induction, as I labored all day and all night toward the C-section I’d hoped to avoid, with no progress beyond 5cm of cervical dilation.
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