pregnancy

I can't do this on my own. This life thing, this parenting thing, this figuring out how to make it all work thing? Yeah, those things. I can't. And what's more is I don't think any of us are meant to. It's time to shed the taboo around asking and receiving help.

Miscarriage steals your ability to prepare for the future, to trust your body, your mind, and your support system.

He told me there was nothing we could have done. He told me it happens sometimes. But it had never happened to me, so none of that mattered.

What I’ve found there is sometimes amusing, sometimes helpful, sometimes exactly the support I’ve needed, and sometimes downright paranoia inducing.

Rav’s Repro is a column in which Erin explores all topics related to reproduction and reproductive rights.

When we talk about choice in the world of reproduction, we often distill it to views on abortion. We fight for the right to choose, to have agency over our bodies. Why, for some, does that exclude other choices?

I walked back into our bedroom and showed my husband the little strip with the telltale two pink lines.

I am 28 weeks pregnant, freshly in the third trimester, and in the past week, a whole new crop of symptoms has popped up. This is what they are, and this is how I’m dealing with them. (Sort of. I’m trying.)