I felt silly as I lay in bed all by myself with a stack of read alouds.
Beatrix Potter was perched on my huge pregnant twin baby belly as I read out loud to the little ones inside. I guess I wanted to get an early start.
I was ecstatic to be pregnant, and while it felt awkward at first, I soon grew to look forward to those quiet times. I had been infertile so long that it was my way of day-dreaming about coming motherhood. Reading aloud from children’s books was a big part of my concept of homemaking.