In a few weeks, I’ll be getting my first child.
I don’t have to go into any kind of detail about my pregnancy.
It’s my first pregnancy.
I’m expecting a boy.
For the first time in my life, I don’t need to be afraid of the unknown.
The only thing I want to know is, what is the name of the baby?
There’s something special about a baby.
I want it to be named for a person I love, not a place.
My boyfriend and I are expecting twins.
We are not going to give the baby up for adoption, even if we wanted to.
I am a surrogate mother.
Our baby will be raised by my sister, who is the first adopter I’ve ever had.
When I was pregnant with my second child, I thought, Oh my god, we’re getting a second baby.
You don’t know what it is to have a child and to give it up for someone else to take care of.
It’s a different feeling.
A new mother’s first baby is the biggest thing I’ve had since my third child.
My second child is going to be the biggest.
And it will be a boy, the first boy.
The only difference between my second and third children is that my first son, now a toddler, is now a teenager.
This is my first baby, but it’s not a normal baby.
We’re doing everything possible to make sure it’s healthy, that it’s going to have all the things that make a normal family possible.
There are a lot of factors at play when a baby is born, but the biggest one is, “How do we feel about it?”
I know there are so many emotions.
There’s the fear of not being able to feed it or not being allowed to eat it.
There are so few things that people have that can bring us together.
I’ve always felt very close to my partner.
When my third son was born, I started to feel different.
She was crying a lot, and it’s the first baby that has ever cried.
It makes me happy.
We had been living with the same baby since we had our second child.
We started to understand each other and our relationship better.
Sometimes when I’m feeling sad or anxious, I go to my mommy and say, “Mom, I’m so sorry I didn’t call you when I was ready to.”
She’ll say, I was not ready to.
It was because I was having a baby, not because I needed someone to talk to.
So my second baby, this is my second son.
It started out very normal.
He was about the same size as my first.
He was about a year old when we had him.
He’s now about six.
During my second pregnancy, I lost my partner in a car accident.
I went to work every day and I cried every night.
It wasn’t until my third pregnancy that I finally felt better.
It took a long time, but I’m happy.
It felt like I was back at the beginning.
Even though I have two sons, I never have a feeling of, “Oh my God, this isn’t my baby.”
It’s just that every day when I think about my baby, I think, “That was a good baby.”