*Trigger warning: miscarriage* Today would have been your first birthday. One whole year around the sun with you, if we had made it that fa

I took a bath today. To anyone else that might not seem like such a big deal, but to me? It was a huge deal. And I almost chickened out as s

Did you know today is international homebirth day? Did you know that this day (not by choice) applies to my family now? It has taken me a...

This is the pretty side of Mother’s Day. The picture perfect celebration, bouquet of flowers, matching dresses side. But there is another

*Trigger warning: miscarriage* Today should have been your due date. Today should have been the day that our little family was eagerly wa...

Why does someone else’s loss make me feel like I need a mental day? Like I’m the one that needs to curl up with my husband and daughter...

I am exhaling, I am dreaming of our future family of four, I am reveling, and I am remembering how lucky I am to have the people around me..

I cry when I see people sharing their pregnancy news. Almost all of the announcements that I have seen are ones that will be due well...

I was the mom I never thought I’d be today. Sitting in the dentist’s chair, I had to disclose that I was very newly pregnant so that we...

I hated being pregnant. Yup, I said it. I didn’t like it. And because I didn’t like it, I was so nervous that that meant motherhood wasn’t..

Did you read that title? No? Shame on you, you always read the title first, you rebel. Now go read it. If you did read it, gold star! Now go

Mother’s Day was a beautifully hard day for me. Some of you, who have kept up with my recent writings, might be able to guess why.

You know one of the worst things I heard after finally working up the courage to confide in someone that I had had a miscarriage?

What did I do wrong? Was it because I painted the door? Was it because I lugged the 40lb bag of dog food?Why did this happen again?

I am 1 in 4. And no one seems to know what to do, or what to say, or how to treat me. So let me hit "pause" on my internal devastation

I hope I get to meet you. Snuggle you. Smell you. See who you will become and what things you will accomplish. I hope I get to witness it al

How do you tell the world that you are broken and hope that they don’t look at you with eyes that mirror the way you feel? How do you tell

The PUPPPs rash started on my stomach and then spread. Because, ya know, that wasn’t uncomfortable enough, so let’s just throw a rash on it.