Eight Months Pregnant, I Asked My Husband to Stop the Car — He Left Me on the Road

several weeks. This was sudden, deep, and wrong in a way my body communicated very clearly. I pressed my palm flat against my belly and shifted in the seat.

“Eric,” I said carefully, “I need you to pull over.”

He didn’t look at me. “You’re fine.”

A second cramp came before I could answer, stronger than the first, spreading upward in a way that made my continue reading …