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I used to read my horoscope occasionally just for fun, but I
didn’t put much stock in it. In fact, I was skeptical of anything I considered
to border on divination or the occult. Sure, as a teen, there were slumber
parties with séances and Ouija boards, but I never took any of it seriously. So
I couldn’t believe I was consulting a tarot reader when I was pregnant with my
second child.
Early in my second trimester, I was plagued by sciatica,
which alternatingly sent searing pain and numbness down the side of my leg. I
was exhausted trying to juggle a part-time public relations job with my home
life, which included keeping up with an active and curious toddler. Three days
a week I dragged myself home from work and flopped onto the sofa. We ordered a
lot of pizzas.
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