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| Fear and Loathing in Utero
The Gift of a Guilt-Free Epidural
This was overwhelmingly the tone epidural advice was given to me with—‘Sure, it works, but do you really need it?’
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| Fear and Loathing in Utero
It’s a Boy! Whatever That Means
On bad advice books and gender nonsense.
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| Fear and Loathing in Utero
Prenatal Nightmares
I try to focus on this. What is my anxiety telling me? What can I say in response?
People
| Bodies
On Violations, Macarons, and the Pursuit of Beauty I Can Control
It felt as though I had been evicted from my own body, and it had been trashed in my absence. My resentment was as precise as any recipe.