Book Excerpt: Crybaby
October 20th, 2022 | by Cheryl Klein
This would become a mantra: If it gets us a baby, it’s worth it, as the universe upped the ante on what “it” was
Browsing the "Baby Dreaming" Category
Adoption is Not for the Faint of Heart, or: How I Got Banned from the Comfort Inn
July 8th, 2021 | by Cheryl Klein
If there were a dozen red flags waving brazenly—her urgent need for money, lack of interest in who we were, trouble with the law—that was kind of the point. That was why Courtney was making an adoption plan
This is What I Want You to Know
July 2nd, 2021 | by Carla Rachel Sameth
You will be asked again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” by the nurse or doctor.
Body Lore: An Excerpt from THE OTHER MOTHERS
February 26th, 2021 | by Jennifer Berney
Culturally, we tend to conflate three disparate things: sexual desire, the impulse to nurture, the ability to conceive and bear a child. We act as if a woman’s longing is proportionate to her fertility. I longed deeply, and therefore I was fertile—or so my logic went
Joanna Clapps Herman’s NOA SONGS
December 11th, 2020 | by Joanna Clapps Herman
This creatura, miracoluccia, piccinina, thislittle, especially against my chest, arms splayed, loosened to comfort, in surrender.
On Not Getting Pregnant During a Pandemic
August 11th, 2020 | by Ellie Lobovits
My buzzer rings, the first in a quick domino of buzzers. Mine—the loudest—then next door, then upstairs, and so on,
When Can I Tell the World How Lonely I Am?
July 21st, 2020 | by Amy Mattes
This has to be bigger than me. What’s inside doesn’t work, maybe what is outside will.
My Bipolar Baby Decision: Who Should Be a Mother?
May 14th, 2020 | by Elizabeth Drucker
Without medications, I’m terrified of what my life might look like. But on medication, my stability is complicated by my deep ache to become a mother.
Beyond the Turkey Baster: A Queer Mom Dishes on Donor Sperm
September 3rd, 2019 | by Cara Gormally
There are so many ways to have children. There's no right way. And there's no one easy way.
An Orange Seed, A Tin Cup
February 26th, 2019 | by Jane V. Blunschi
I had struggled to let go of what was left of my period and my fertility. I could not put on stained panties one more time.