Mourning the Loss of Me My husband was looking at me as if I’d sprouted a second head, and all I…

Mourning the Loss of Me

My husband was looking at me as if I’d sprouted a second head, and all I could think was, “Surely I can’t be the only woman who feels this way.” I was approximately seven months pregnant and had just tried to explain to him how I felt like I was losing my identity. He thought…