Twice now I have had the good fortune to be pregnant during Advent. All of the gospel readings come alive in a special way for me. For instance, both times, the Sunday that we read the Visitation gospel, I happened to be six months pregnant—exactly the same as Elizabeth. As Elizabeth tells Mary that the babe in her womb leapt for joy, I got to enjoy a similar, albeit non-miraculous, sensation as my little unborn daughter danced around inside of me. Being pregnant, keenly aware of the bodily changes that happen at each stage, I was able to appreciate the
