Thoughts About Parenthood, 1 Year Later

Musings from a Black woman who didn’t quite think this through.

When I last reflected on parenthood and what it would mean for my life, I was deep in the throes of prenatal misery. I felt like an alien on planet ‘womban’; a mystical place where beautiful, valuable beings with uteruses were physically, mentally and emotionally stretched over the course of 10 grueling months. While stretching…