For some reason, 30 weeks had always loomed like some kind of important milestone in my pregnancy. I have no idea why, maybe it’s just that 30 weeks seemed so. far. away. when I was in the single-digit weeks. Maybe because the weeks going forward become a kind of a countdown: 10… 9… 8… But it turns out that my 30th was one of the best weeks, as I spent it with family and friends in the golden autumn glow of Colorado. Maybe way back then, I knew this would be my very last wonderful trip on my own before the biggest adventure of my life.
