Last night, after a calming prenatal yoga class, I walked a half block to our new home and spent some time unpacking the boxes we moved last weekend. I wandered from room-to-room in the quiet. I put a borrowed Baby Bjorn carrier in the wash and hand-washed my wool winter hat and gloves. I made the guest-room bed with newly-washed off-white sheets and dark green comforter. I unloaded the dishwasher and then I made my way to our living room.
It was storming outside, that late summer warm rain that comes in waves and pounds the pavement. I could hear it pouring out of the gutter and splattering onto the patio next to our apartment.
