There's something wrong with your baby's brain. This is never the kind of thing you want to hear, but getting the news first thing on a Monday morning before work was even harder.

Six -- yes, SIX -- of my very closest friends are pregnant. Everywhere I turn, I'm hit with a swollen uterus. If pregnancy were a contagious disease, I'm sure I would have caught it by now

It has been unpopular in the U.S. for decades, but a new review says that nitrous oxide, otherwise known as laughing gas, is a safe and effective way ...

My husband jokingly applies the baseball term "hitting for the cycle" to the way I delivered our three children: from scheduled surgery to drugged and finally undrugged natural. It wasn't some sport, though I was fanatical.

My 30th birthday came with the running of my first half marathon. My 31st birthday came with a very pregnant belly. And, not to be outdone, my 32nd birthday came with some ink!

The birth she imagined for herself had evaporated into a cloud of tubes and wires -- and now scalpels and anesthesia. As I sat and waited in that hallway, my love for her and our baby really was all-consuming.

To even things out, (and prove that I do actually enjoy parts of this gig), I thought it would be nice to list fifty reasons for having a baby. Well, fifty reasons for you to have a baby. I'm done.

I think it's time to talk about more of the details, not less. At least here in our corner of the world, let's start sharing our versions of birth, feelings included.