It has been six months since I miscarried in November last year.
I was irritated at the lack of knowledge, and angry, because this shouldn’t have happened to me.
Foreword: My interview did not go to plan. Faith has a way of taking things in her own, refreshing direction.
I didn’t know how to be happy for her and mourn for me at the same time.
Stop and read this before you pop that pill.
“I would never say pregnancy is a joy, because I personally don’t think it’s a joy. I think it’s a means to an end, a conduit to something else.”
One by one, my friends with kids have slowly slipped into the background of my life.
Have a tissue handy…
All you can do is increase the rate of life-threatening unsafe abortions.
Many women don’t even know they’re pregnant at that stage.
Contrary to popular opinion, women don’t use abortions as a form of last-minute birth control.
I feel like I’m the only sane person here.
And it’s all thanks to our period.
I didn’t give my placenta another thought until it splashed loudly in my toilet.
They can scrape out your insides but can’t offer an Advil?