Birthing books are scattered around the house, along with
goddess statues, rose quartz («it brings in love»), and the «bag of tricks» she brings to births, stocked with aromatherapy, a homeopathic kit, healthy snacks, and massage tools.
As much as I'd really hoped to be «That Girl» — you know, the yoga
goddess who dropped all the baby weight in a week living on green juice and who wore her kid like a perfect papoose whilst cooing about how «dreamy» her
birthing experience was?