Families

The goddamn election has turned me into a cursing motherf*#+er.

Now that I’ve had my hysterectomy, I’m not fighting my body every day. Now that I’ve come out, I’m not fighting my heart.

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

To be honest, it’s exhausting, and I am ready to shed this pesky baby weight once and for all. I mean that literally.

The one thing I knew I wanted as a kid was to never be like my mother — no Jose Cuervo, no Marlboro Light 100s, no makeup mirror dusted with coke.

I didn't have even an ounce of energy to spare to process my own feelings. Everything I had went to my son.

So let’s talk about my experience with IVF and money. So much money.

We are already so hard on women, and women are so hard on themselves. We shouldn’t set them up to feel like any birth that ends in a healthy child is a failure.