I want to begin with a warning: this is a deeply personal and very emotional post. I’m going to be completely transparent—as I’ve tried to be throughout this entire process. My hope is that by sharing my story, it might help other non-birthing mothers who find themselves holding complicated, uncomfortable, or less-than-positive emotions after birth. So here it is. My update. You may want to read the other two updates first, The Japan Update & The Morgan² Update . Ever since

To cut down on any confusion: Morgan Taylor  is mom. Morgan Jordan  (aka Mojo) is baby. This is the update you’ve all been patiently waiting for—so buckle up, baby, and let me fill you in. I’m going to jump from the unplanned hospital stay straight to delivery day. A lot  happened in those three months, but for now, we’re focusing on the juicy details. October 28th—Morgan’s due date—passed by with no baby, and not even a hint that he was on his way. In the two weeks leading

If you’re new here, let me give you the cliff-notes version of where we’re at in life. My wife, Morgan, our two pups (Rosie and Junior), and I recently relocated from sunny Southern California across the globe to the beautiful island of Okinawa, Japan. Sounds exciting, right? Trust me—it was. It is?

This past month has, without a doubt, been the craziest of our lives. We traveled to seven cities—Austin TX, Sacramento, San Jose, Monterey, Carlsbad, Palm Springs—before reaching our final resting point: Okinawa, Japan. The final weeks in the States were packed with goodbye dinners, final photoshoots, multiple baby showers, and as much time with family as we could manage. Less than month ago, we drove away from our little California cottage and began the long haul to what we

People always ask how I feel about leaving the home I poured so much heart into. We bought our dream California cottage just two years ago. Built in 1949, it’s the kind of place I’ve dreamed of since I was a kid—the “Miss Honey” house (yes, the one from Matilda). Full of charm, a lot of character in the best ways, and surrounded by neighbors who have lived there for generations. It’s the type of place where, if you hear a scream, people rush out of their homes ready to help.

At-home insemination is one of those topics people tend to joke about—legs in the air, turkey baster in hand, music in the background. And honestly? It’s not that far off. We figured before draining our savings at a fertility clinic, we might as well give the DIY a solid try. Thousands of people get pregnant at home with less. Why not us? As you know from Part 2: Asking the Donor , we decided on my brother as our donor. Thankfully, he lives just 40 minutes away, which made lo

Our top pick wasn’t easy. We actually went through a small rolodex to figure out the right person for the job. Where to start? It was a question that we sometimes juvenilely pondered but never really sat on for more than a few minutes. “What about this best friend?!” “Oh he is/ would be perfect!” “What about this relative?!” “Without a doubt!” And we honestly believed it every time we talked about it. But once we would have left the safety of two way conversation and had to g

One of the most noticeable differences about getting pregnant as a lesbian couple is the sheer number of questions we get about the process. Strangers, acquaintances, family, friends — everyone seems to feel a little more comfortable asking very intimate questions. If you’ve ever asked one, don’t worry — it doesn’t bother us. Honestly, we’re happy to share (most of the time). So, in hopes of answering it all in one go — here’s the story. We’ve been talking about starting a fa

The wait between a positive pregnancy test and your first ultrasound is one of the most emotionally complex stretches of time I’ve ever experienced. In our case, it felt like a version of Schrödinger’s cat — we knew there could  be life growing inside Morgan… but we had no way of knowing for sure. Until you see or hear something for yourself, the uncertainty lingers in every quiet moment. Morgan took the day off work, and we gave ourselves a slow, intentional morning. Before

I’ve heard the adage, “There’s never a ‘right’ time to start a family.”  It’s usually said to comfort couples who don’t have total control over the timing. But in our case — as a queer couple — we actually did  have more say in the process. So naturally, we planned the hell out of it. We started talking seriously about expanding our family back in 2023. Morgan, being the disciplined, Type A queen she is, had already built out spreadsheets for the next one, three, and five yea