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This month, my anxieties about Mexican medicine have been swelling at about the same rate as my belly. If this continues, I’ll be immobile by the Day of the Dead.

Michoacán’s outrageously good ice cream, which is sold on every street corner as if to torture pregnant women, may have much to do with the burgeoning belly. And lately, a movement that goes by the unfortunate name of “the Rejecteds”—or, more correct in English though harsher than the Spanish, “the Rejects”—is making headlines that fuel my fear. As someone with a growing stake (twenty-two weeks!) in Mexican health care, I confess that I am inclined to second the rejection of the Rejecteds. Continue reading →