Momologues

Three. For some reason three was the magic number in my head. Number one was so hard to conceive, to carry, to birth, to nurture. Number...

My entry into motherhood wasn't sunshine and daisies. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was scared. And I remained scared for...

My husband was out of town for the day of my scheduled checkup. Home with our first born (via emergency cesarean), I was well into my...

I spent eight months worrying about what it would be like when I finally went into labor. I had heard so many stories about painful birth...

It’s almost 1am here. I’m wide awake after cleaning up the vomit filled bed of my eight year old. I’m also pregnant with my third child,...

I knew I was pregnant. That’s not why I made an appointment at the family planning clinic. It wasn’t my first time in this situation,...

I had a complete hysterectomy that removed my uterus and a baby with a healthily beating heart the night before Roe v Wade was...

Driving through Utah on our way to Zion National Park, I keep checking my phone, looking for some bars. I can’t believe that our fate is...

My last month of pregnancy I was wondering where my friends were. Busy with their business and not inviting me their fun. I guess due to...

You’re getting fat. What are you pregnant? I smiled, having known that this moment was coming. She sat across from me, her own belly...

Everyone always asks if women really poop during birth. Yes, you absolutely do. And no, you absolutely do not care. ~~~

I know now that I experienced postpartum depression with both of my boys, but to different degrees. Back then, there really wasn't a...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to suicide. It was a cool November morning. I was cleaning up the kitchen...

The labor of my second daughter came on fast, and on our way into Boston, I almost gave birth to her on the Mass Pike. We made it to...

I was lucky to have my sister, ten years younger, living in town when I was pregnant. She came to all the birth classes with me, was...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to Vanishing Twin Syndrome. We had tried just about everything to get...

My husband promised not to tell me if I pooped during labor. Of course, I asked him anyway. He just stared at me - terrified. ~~~

I don’t usually talk about my pregnancy, birthing story, or the first two years of my son’s life. I stick to more upbeat topics. I was...

With my second child, my water broke nine days early with the full moon, so baby was not really in any mood to join us yet. But we needed...

I’m going to start in the middle, on the day my husband forgot to show up. The day I gave birth to my second child. He showed up in body...