I am adopted. I love cats. I also love dogs. Okay, I love basically anything with fur. I was a child once. I apparently became an adult at some point. I am a birthmother. I tried...
Moriarty, my fearless Tiny Cat, my Tiny Baby Kitten, my Morty-Cat, has traveled quite the road since we adopted him less than two years ago.
I had a baby! It was eight and a half months ago, but better late than never, right? Quick birth story: Our son was born underwater in our bathtub, in our darkened bathroom, into his father’s strong hands, just as we planned. No monitors, no bright lights, no prodding hands, no medical intervention, no strangers.… Continue reading I had a baby!
Pregnancy is wild. It's like a rollercoaster, except the twists and turns of the rails differ every time you buckle in. Same ride, different track.
“Is this your first!?” It’s a question I’ve heard dozens of times over the past six months, and I’m sure to hear it dozens more times over the next six. It’s a question that, for me, has so many answers.
Our story of pregnancy and heartache in the face of devastating genetic testing results.
Because sometimes you need a reminder in order to stay positive.
My mom is the mom so many wish they'd had, and I am so lucky that she chose to be mine.
I remember sitting in my bedroom, the small room smooshed between the small living room in front and the small kitchen in back. I remember sobbing uncontrollably, holding my round belly with both hands, caressing my little one while she dozed in her peaceful bed.
Dear Birthmother, We are more equipped to raise your baby than you are. We have more money and more love to give. You can fill a hole in our lives by ripping one in your heart. And you will do it because you are desperate. You are a pawn on our chess board, and you do not matter. Sincerely, The Parents Your Child Deserves
There's something special about chocolate chip cookies. Almost everyone loves them. Their salty sweetness is just so satisfying. But all chocolate chip cookies are not created equal.