Momologues

I would say my life has been defined in a large part by the lack of agency my mother had in her choice to have children. She was married...

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 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...