Hi, I’m Christina. I have been pregnant three times. I’ve given birth once at 26 weeks to a micro-premie. I have gone through IVF 10 plus times. I have twin boys born via a gestational carrier. We have battled infertility and multiple pregnancy losses. Our journey to create our family is complete. Yet, a reminder that I am incomplete comes every year when I go to my annual OB-GYN appointment. From the paperwork to the check out counter, I am forced to take stock of the trails

Honored to be able to share this dear friend's story on the Body Politics blog. Such strength, courage, and love. I hope it moves you as it did me. -M I didn’t know if I wanted kids. I was never that woman who felt like her sole purpose in life was to procreate. I do not put down anyone who feels that way. In fact, I was always envious of that woman. Who knew exactly what she wanted and could not wait to start a family. That just wasn’t me. When we finally decided to try and

Brave Momma, The one in prenatal yoga tonight with a 12 week flat belly. Your first time coming. I see you. I started going to the classes around the same time during my 3rd and 4th pregnancies. 11 or 12 weeks pregnant. I went each week. Rarely if ever missing a class. It was sacred time. I craved it between classes, sometimes speeding down the interstate to make it on time. Being there made me feel strong, powerful, normal. Like the others in the class. Like a Mom. Like I wa