Variations of a Flush
July 13th, 2023 | by Jessica Harvey
If I were just three years earlier on this game, I might have produced fifteen follicles, and if I had had my shit together ten years earlier, I may have made a wild thirty.
Browsing the "Baby Dreaming" Category
Count to Ten and Stop Counting
December 6th, 2022 | by Karen Kovach
These nightmares—these realities—somehow only increased my own desire to conceive
I’m Not Going to Pop: In Search of Better Pregnancy Metaphors
November 17th, 2022 | by Finn Schubert
What other shapes can we give a pregnancy narrative
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
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.