The author of Origins is pregnant and builds the story of the importance of pre-birth months around her rather trite adventures — and much of the book reads like the irksome diktats I was given when it was my turn, except that it seems that mothers these days are hounded even more than in the dark ages. No tuna sandwich! No cold cuts! No weight gain above 25 pounds!And more insidiously, no mother working past the eighth month.
Why can’t we leave mothers alone? I wish we could go back to Ancient Greece when standard advice was to look at beautiful things.