Over the past several days, it feels like the baby growing inside me is struggling to get out. As he gets bigger, the walls around him – which just so happen to be made of my flesh and organs – have closed in tighter. In this time of coronavirus, I understand my son’s claustrophobia. But I am just 32 weeks pregnant, and the shelter in place order has no end in sight – we both have a long way to go.
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