Author: Kelly Kronmiller
I recently kicked a staple of mine. It was the only steadfast element in my makeup bag for over a decade and a half.
My bright blue plastic birth control pack weighed maybe an ounce. But, now that it’s gone, I know it weighed so much more.
It was my safety blanket—but what I’m just learning is how m...
How many times have you read a headline including the words, “flaunting that baby belly,” recently? It’s everywhere. A pregnant celebrity can’t be in public without ‘news’ of how she’s flaunting the belly dolled up on a red carpet or showing off the bump, even when running errands in camo zpants literally trying not to be noticed.
“I had heard from the vagina grapevine and I also have a very interesting vagina situation going on, so this is now the vagina monologues.” Maybe a smartass comment that’s not so surprising coming from Bethenny on “The Real Housewives of New York,” but I argue that it is an important cultural musing, which signals a new era of disclo...
-Prenatal vitamins. Check.
-Downloading an ovulation app to track my cycles. Check.
-More yoga and attempting to meditate. Check…well, definite increase in wearing yoga pants, check.
-Ripping apart the medicine cabinet to check ingredient lists—goodbye for now, my beloved retinoids. Check.
-Fertility diagnostic testing. Check.
I am part of a growing trend of wom...
Infertility exists in an uncomfortable purgatory between a sexual issue and a medical condition. I came to that conclusion in my teens, when I was desperately trying to hang onto my fertility, instead of trying not to get pregnant, like my friends.
My fertility journey started at 14 years old, when I was prescribed birth control pills and Vioxx, to manage...