at First Things:
…One year later, I was married. And I was still arguing about the liturgical appropriateness of what could happen on Easter, but now I was trying to negotiate with my child. I was six weeks pregnant, but I’d spent the last week and a half bleeding and going back into the doctor’s office for more ultrasounds and bloodwork.
Lazarus Saturday: “Lord who called Lazarus from the tomb, call to our child and help our baby live!”
Good Friday: “Lord, who trampled down death by death, keep our baby growing.”