“Musicals? Too weird. My favorite indie band? Too pretentious. Tegan and Sara? Too gay. C’mon, Jennifer, get it together!”
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.
“These drawings were done during the two year period that my wife, Sarah, and I were trying to get pregnant. So much has changed in my life since then. These doodles sat, almost forgotten, for almost a decade.”
I am not white, and I don’t particularly want white kids. I definitely do not want to pay for white sperm.
There’s no better way to start your week than with a rash of links! A link plague, practically! A spate of links!
Being an adoptee has made being pregnant all that much more strange and interesting.
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.
I’m knocked up! I loved Zootopia! I bought a waffle maker! What’s good with you? Come on in here and tell me about it!
Questions I never thought I’d have to consider, but here we are. Get an exclusive peek into my over-processing journey towards queer parenthood.
“If we think too hard, we’ll never do it,” Kellie said. She was right. A cost-benefit analysis would yield no practical reason to grow our family. The only reason to make a new baby was that we felt like it, and we could.
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?
In the early oughts, Dr. Orly Lacham-Kaplan got pretty close to figuring out how to turn two human eggs into a baby — something a lot of lesbians want to see happen very soon. What happened?