We want to know how each other is doing: if the baby is moving inside our wombs, if eating yogurt will ease our intestines, if the nurse will find out if we had sex the night before when she checks our inner parts. There are the usual optimists and the prophets of disgrace and we want to listen to them all, just for the sake of it.
We are gestating destinies, facing uncertainties and risks - that is what brings us together. Our stories, circulating through many voices, calms most fears and nourishes even the tiniest bit of courage. We see on each other bodies how Nature carves its way and makes us part of something much bigger than our vanities. We are pregnant women.
We used to stand around the well - and that was a long time ago. When the waters were tamed in our kitchens, we moved to the church social hour and then to the doctor's waiting room. And now that we are kept apart by the urgencies and conveniences of modern urban life, we meet again, online.
Our posts travel through the electronic sky to find each other's fears, questions - and wisdom. We found our well again.
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