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...

When I was in college, after a spell of indiscriminate sex partners who were not at all interesting or good to me, I met an artist who...

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

When I was 32, after having my two daughters and numerous failed pregnancies, I had an abortion. My husband and I knew that we were done...

I was only 23, just started my first “big girl” job. I was engaged, but my fiancé was involved in an unpaid apprenticeship. My god we...

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...

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

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...

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...

Morning Sickness: A cutesy, sweet, non-threatening, non-medical sounding term. Clearly invented by men. For me, so called MORNING...

Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter relating to miscarriage. Pure exhaustion, beyond any flu; vulnerability that can’t be...