Pregnancy is one of the longest, most drawn out transitions I’ve ever experienced.

I’m fascinated with transition, that in-between place we all go through in tiny and enormous ways all the time for all our lives.

Every day, every year, every season of who we are ends, and there’s a period of limbo before what’s next is here and known.

And that can be terrifying. It is for me. It’s uncontrollable. It happens whether I’d like it to or not.

Transition is a sideline: a place I get to sit and watch life play out, hands off.

It’s an unbecoming and a becoming, the unknown in process.

And I think that’s freaking cool, even when it feels like jumping off a high dive in the dark.