Pregnancy felt like a separation from the body. My body was doing something on its own, a pre-programmed path it already knew, and I no longer had any control over. It felt like a hand sharply bringing my spirit back to my body, a return to the earthiness of it. It was also an erasure of self; I didn’t feel more ‘me’, I felt like I was being split, being shared. My body was no longer my own, I was a carrier, a holder of life. It was a reminder that my body was a collection of blood and bones.
