A lot of big emotions this week, and a lot of forced time to reflect on them. I’m sorting out all of my feelings and allowing for the fact that everything is heightened tenfold with postpartum hormones. The safe delivery of my sweet girl was everything I wanted, and I wasn’t necessarily planning on ever trying to carry another pregnancy, but the knowledge that I can’t is still heavy on my heart right now. It’s just different hearing it out loud. Same for the impact on my professional life. My next science spaceflight can be medically managed and should be unaffected (thanking god) but that’s likely to be my final one, and there’s likely a long-term ceiling on my ability to fly longer-duration missions, which shakes the foundation of what I’ve spent my career building towards. I think it’s an important reminder that pregnancy is not a passive or neutral state for women — it’s a life-threatening condition, and this is part of the reality of what that can look like. I think it’s all a...