One year ago, my partner and I decided to have a child. Because I have suffered from anxiety and depression for as long as I can remember, and have managed my conditions with medication for over five years, I knew I had to educate myself before we started trying to conceive. I spent many months trying to “taper” my medications,...

San Francisco seemed as good as any place to pee on a stick. After two weeks of driving cross-country feeling a little off, blaming car sickness and altitude changes for my nausea and exhaustion, it was time for more wine, one last cigarette and the inevitable. I never wanted to have children. That’s not true. I never wanted to give...