Six years ago when I was pregnant with our now 5-year-old son Phoenix, I had the best pregnancy ever, as far as my health and the health of my baby were concerned. But Sisters, I was sick as a dog, and I couldn’t sleep to save my life.
I wasn’t anxious. I wasn’t feeling uncomfortable because of my belly. I wasn’t fearful. I was A-W-A-K-E. Every night. All night. For three months straight. For my entire last trimester.