At thirty-four weeks pregnant, Emma was still working full time.
Lena kept giving her concerned looks. James kept suggesting she take it easy. Even Maria, their newly hired nanny who hadn't even started working yet, had gently mentioned that most women scaled back by now.
Emma ignored all of them.
She had a major deal closing with a tech startup in San Francisco—Phoenix Ventures' biggest investment of the year. She wasn't about to hand it off to someone else just because her ankles were swollen and she couldn't see her feet anymore.
"You're overdoing it," James said one morning, watching Emma struggle to tie her shoes.
"I'm fine." Emma gave up on the laces and slipped on flats instead. "Women have been having babies forever while also, you know, running empires and fighting wars and d
