I’d had three great pregnancies. I thought morning sickness was the end of the world, and it’s not until something pretty major happens that you’re like, oh my gosh those were all a piece of cake. I had a pretty large bleed. I thought I was having a miscarriage.

Everybody knows there is no such thing as normal. There is no black-and-white definition of normal. Normal is subjective. There's only a messy, inconsistent, silly, hopeful version of how we feel most at home in our lives.

I’d had three great pregnancies. I thought morning sickness was the end of the world, and it’s not until something pretty major happens that you’re like, oh my gosh those were all a piece of cake. I had a pretty large bleed. I thought I was having a miscarriage.

I never thought I'd have a daughter.

I am bundle of nerves riddled with irrational fears.

I make lots of casseroles that have protein, veggies, carbs and good fats all together.

I often refer to myself as a gay man and all my friends are gay and I would like nothing more than for them to be able to be married.