Losing my religion - 6 things I wish I'd known before I converted
  I warned the rabbis not to worry if they heard a lot of splashing in the mikveh, the ritual Jewish bath where I would immerse myself and say a prayer to mark my conversion to Judaism. At nine months pregnant, “I’m very buoyant,” I explained.   A few minutes (and some splashing) later, I emerged from the water a full-fledged Jew — one of those big life moments that felt... well, not that dramatic. After months of study, conversations and classes, I didn’t feel different.   Then the mikveh attendant, a nice older lady with a heavy accent, wrapped a robe around my shoulders.   “Mazel tov!” she said. “Now you can be a gut Yiddishe mama… a nice Jewish mother,” she translated.   Her sweet congratulations felt like an embrace as warm as that fuzzy robe.     Converts to Judaism, Christianity and Islam spill the beans: What we wish we'd known before converting.   Conversion is a journey full of surprises — some happy, some not so much. Americans are more "spiritually mobile" the...