The videos each demonstrate the love, support and willingness of APIA parents to publicly speak about their LGBT children.
“It wasn’t until after I heard confirmation from the doctor that our baby did in fact look healthy and well, until after I wiped the gel off my stomach and pulled my shirt back down — until I got outside even, on the way to our car — that it really sunk in. I was having a ****. I am having a ****.”
“I actually felt like the earth mother goddess I had envisioned becoming. I decided I wanted to be pregnant forever.”
+one, a new integrated product and platform that helps lesbian couples conceive, is poised to fill a serious void for us in terms of resources, materials, and peer-to-peer support.
Ah, pregnant beginnings. Literally and figuratively. The first trimester of this rainbow pregnancy (yes, that’s actually the term for a pregnancy after a loss). Is it possible to grieve and hope simultaneously?
Fatigue, nausea, boobs like bowling balls, mood swings, the sweetest moments you keep to yourself, and so much more. It’s the first trimester and wow it’s a roller coaster!
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. After losing my first pregnancy at 24 weeks, how could we face the conception process again, with the added physical and emotional complications?
How I prepare my home and myself for the experience of birth and new parenthood, with as few products as possible.
“I kept having this ridiculous vision of, say, five years down the line being at a filmmaker meet up, looking across the room and recognizing my child in a stranger’s face, being like holy shit, I think that’s our donor. It’s a little absurd, I know, but San Francisco is a pretty small town!”
Sometimes, even the best laid plans are, well, decimated. Even a type-A mega control freak like me couldn’t control my own body when I was pregnant — and I certainly couldn’t control what happened to my son after his premature birth.
It’s prom season and there’s no better time to look at these adorable queer, lesbian, bisexual and otherwise-identified humans going to prom with each other and looking damn good doing it. Plus a chance to submit your own!
“I felt I was gradually becoming like those newly married Indian women with henna on their hands at JFK or Heathrow… Of course, I didn’t look anything like them and my wedding bowtie was probably the only equivalent to their bridal henna, but I couldn’t help noticing parallels.”
“There were good reasons we hadn’t started trying. But the bigger reason, which came out right there in a flood on cobblestones in the French Quarter, was that Simone wanted me to carry her baby, and that was maybe going to be impossible to achieve.”
What does it mean to be a queer adult? We’ve got mini-essays from our writers over thirty and three glorious infographics that look at census data and our own Autostraddle Grown-Ups Survey Data to get a grip on what happens next.
Welcome to a new series about how we made our babies! This week you’ll learn how to inseminate yourself and the importance of the pillow-to-butt ratio!
Please fight every urge you have to chase them down and squeeze the dog/cat’s face with your own face or hands while very loudly exclaiming HOW MUCH YOU JUST FREAKIN’ LOVE CATS OR DOGS ZOMGSRSLY. Don’t be this guy.
“But no matter what, I’ve always, always, always known that I would be a parent. I’ve always wanted to have a baby. Actually babies, plural. Lots of them. One miscarriage, four embryos, dozens of pee sticks, 18 months, and approximately 132 injections later, I’m 18 weeks pregnant!”
“Since the wedding has made me come out to more people than I had ever intended, this trip back to my place of origin makes facing their reactions inevitable. Will my physical presence stoke the intensity of their opposition?”
Did you guys know that in many states, if a physician doesn’t conduct the insemination, then the parental rights of the sperm donor might not be terminated?
We’re looking for a columnist who’s a new mom and wants to write about that experience right here! RIGHT HERE ON THIS WEBSITE.