A week ago today, I had a baby With no drugs. At my house. In a birthing pool. It was wonderful. I had known for the past nine months or so that this would happen, what with the puking early on, the weight gain, and the fact that my midsection had been replaced with a beach ball. People had given us parties, we had made a nursery in our house, and I had spent countless hours researching what to do with a baby and how to raise one. By the end of things, I couldn’t walk without a waddle, sleep…
