Pregnancy is filled with joy and anticipation. It can also be brimming with nausea, heartburn, and aching joints. My pregnancies fell mostly in the latter category. Here begins the tale of two pregnancies.
I was washing the dishes one evening, and turned on the television for a distraction. The screen was suddenly filled with an array of beautiful young women. They waltzed across the stage with huge smiles, gorgeous hair, and stunning evening gowns. Then the audience grew by four when my four young daughters caught a glimpse of this opulent display of femininity.
When my daughter found an inappropriate movie at the video store, I wasn’t sure what to do next. I had to do something, something appropriate and meaningful—but what? How could I reclaim this situation?