I swear maxi dresses were made for the comfort of pregnant women; in one fell swoop, I’m dressed and ready to get on with the day since I am begrudgingly forced out of bed by the invasive chaos. I tap down the stairs of the stairwell and slip my feet into the ballet pumps I have lying by the entrance to the living area. I can’t seem to go anywhere downstairs without a layer of dust settling on my feet; at least after today, that should hopefully be over. I pick up my bag, drop my cell ...