PregnantTogether is the queer family building community you’ve been waiting for.

For most of my life, I was convinced that some day, somehow, I’d be a parent.

CUTENESS ALERT! Baby Griner is due in July.

Sometimes you don’t know what you don’t know until you know it — and if there’s anything I can say about our little Prenatal Birth & Labor class, it is “there was a lot I did not know.”

When do you start telling people that you’re pregnant and how should you do it? Is pregnancy the great equalizer when it comes to the straight family gaze? Do unborn babies know when you are sad? Plus, Gretchen answers a reader question about how she came around to wanting to be a parent (it includes a Rock Bottom and the World’s Worst Dog)!

Even though I often refer to him as my son, my wife is just as much of a parent to him as I am, and he considers her his mom.

My wife and I are having a baby and this is the first edition of Baby Steps, a column about the gestation and eventual birth of this human child who I think is going to be pretty tall!

In an excerpt from her new essay collection Thin Skin, Jenn Shapland examines childfreedom.

We can’t have it all at the same time. Feeling grief doesn’t mean you made a wrong decision. It means you made a decision.

Getting a life-limiting fetal diagnosis like trisomy 18 is devastating to expectant parents, who usually choose to abort rather than wait for an inevitable miscarriage, stillbirth, or a painful brief life for their child. But after Roe’s overturning, parents in many areas won’t have that choice at all, making an already heartbreaking situation more dangerous and traumatic.

Unfortunately, most parenting books weren’t written with queer moms, trans dads, non-binary parents and gestational carriers, and families that look like ours in mind.

The thing about miscarriage is that the word itself does no justice to the great tragedy that it is. There are very few things I know anymore, but I do know this: Birdie will always be a part of our Hanukkah story.

For queer couples, deciding to get pregnant often involves a lot of planning, money, and time.

I was only pregnant for seven and a half weeks before my miscarriage. There was no body, no breath; there was no measurable part of a lifetime spent together. I’d only known there was life inside my body for three and half weeks, and yet the experience seems to still have a heartbeat.

I hadn’t experienced transphobic violence in medicalized form before. But I’d experienced it in many others: in punches and pushes, through threats with weapons, or by being run off the road by cars while I was on foot.

Our panel answers your questions about getting knocked up, adopting, the challenges and rewards of queer mom life, and so much more!

It’s time and we’re ready-ish. Plus queer-friendly baby books, infant NFL jerseys, nightshade free living, and pregnancy acupuncture!

I asked Waffle to curate a gallery of favorites from our very expansive dino-themed baby wardrobe. I didn’t have to ask twice.

“I think you underestimate the amount of time I spend thinking about Remi.” – Waffle

There is no chance I’m going to evade the Cult of Mommy-ness. My undercut can’t save me.