By Deena Blumenfeld
This is the second in a series of historical fiction birth stories. The people are fictitious, but their experiences are common for the time period. The series will continue monthly until we reach the end of the 20th century.
Birth Stories of the Past: Josephine Ann, Born Dece
On May 27th, my daughter came two weeks early at 38w2d. I had the intent of working until June 3rd, with an EDD of June 8th. That was not to be. Nor would I attend my friend's wedding or see my boss retire after 40 years of service. My feet were so swollen that work day that I left around 2pm and ju
Here we are, mid-May and I am nearing 37 weeks of my pregnancy. I am barely keeping up with my life. Or maybe I am expecting myself to keep up with it too much. I have no idea how women with multiple children handle the ups and down of carrying a new life. I guess you just have to do what it takes.
Lots of big stuff has been happening since I last wrote in. First off, you are now reading the blog of a 41 year old woman! My birthday was fairly uneventful and was mostly celebrated at work with Greek food and a Carvel ice cream cake. My husband made tacos when I got home and brought me flowers. M
I’m now one week away from turning 41 years old and T-minus 10 days from my baby shower. I finally, finally have been able to get on “the ride.” For years, I watched my friends have children, while I struggled with my fertility issues. So having a baby shower has been sort of a right of passage and