I asked Waffle to curate a gallery of favorites from our very expansive dino-themed baby wardrobe. I didn’t have to ask twice.
Extreme itchy scratchies, body-positive parenting, fat pregnant femme feelings, nesting, dill pickles, Korean pancakes and more as I fly past the eight-month mark.
I started the 31st week of my pregnancy crying over the kitchen sink as I crammed my gestational diabetes breakfast into my mouth. It wasn’t the pregnancy hormones this time. It was the overwhelming grief and the sudden realization of what it means to be a parent.
Being an adoptee has made being pregnant all that much more strange and interesting.
Lindsay Amer is the cool Queer Big Sister you wish you had when you were a wee tot and she’s changing the landscape of kid-friendly content for ages 3-7.
“I’m going to be a single, poor, gay, mom, and it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be amazing. I mean sure, I might date sometimes, but I don’t need a partner. Partners just get in the way. And what are the odds that I would meet a woman I would want to be with who would also want to have children with me? I can’t even picture it!”
“Sometimes I turn to Waffle and randomly exclaim, ‘This is happening!’ I should probably stop doing that as we get closer to, like, the possibility of me going into actual labor.”
“Why some people mean? One income that isn’t a livable wage plus racism will do that to you, and you can’t imagine the rage until you’ve lived it.”
There is no chance I’m going to evade the Cult of Mommy-ness. My undercut can’t save me.
“Every day since my father died has been at least a little fucked up. There is no such thing as a non-fucked up day when you are a Daddy’s girl without a father.”
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.
“It’s funny. We have legal documents declaring our marriage valid in two different states. We’ve been together and in love for years. But it was the birth of our daughter this daredevil, this personality, that really made our home feel like family.”
As long as queer kids are taking their own lives, as long as young lesbians are told that their crushes on other girls are just fleeting feelings that all straight girls have and as long as trans girls as young as age 6 are treated as sexual deviants who shouldn’t be allowed to use the bathroom, we’re going to need representation in all-ages media.
My mom, expert holiday lover and lifelong crafty lady, came up with three fun holiday crafts to do with kids and we did them together, because I’m her kid!
Our panel answers your questions about getting knocked up, adopting, the challenges and rewards of queer mom life, and so much more!
“The moment I met my child for the first time was nothing like I imagined it would be.”
I hold on to those principles of starving artist days past and strive to integrate them into this new realm of diapers, strollers, and temper tantrums
They call a child born after a loss a rainbow baby. The storm left a devastating aftermath, but this rainbow is bringing us daily joy.
We’re participating in GLSEN’s Ally Week and talking about how K-12 educators can become better allies to the LGBT youth in their schools.
Congrats, Haley and Simone! Have a peek into Juniper Jude’s first few weeks on our big green earth with her mama and monie!