Not long before reaching the 25-week mark of my remarkably pleasant pregnancy, we learned that I could be at a higher risk for preterm labor. After a strange and stressful 48 hours of navigating what, exactly, this meant, we (moi, my unflappable husband Anthony, my brilliant ob-gyn, and some incredibly supportive, well-connected, and research-savvy family members), had reached a sound, proactive, and reasonable plan that brought me…
