Up until recently, I was practically pouncing at the idea of having my own little bundle of joy to take care of and love. It was my dream ever since I was a child, to have my own child, someone to baby and take care of and teach, to watch them grow up and -- hopefully -- blossom into a wonderful representation of the human race.
But then I remembered a whole bunch of things.
I have anemia (low red blood cell, high white blood cell variety), asthma, hypoglycemia, and scoliosis. Also, heart problems, cancer, and teeth problems (Mom had denchers when she turn 20) run in my family.
Also, I remember as child feeling -- and still feel -- as if everything that went wrong was my problem, that I could do nothing right, and that I'd never be good enough to do much anything...
... I also remember that my mother and father (well, err, he was supposed to be my father but actually isn't... stupid genetics) broke up because I was going to be born.
I don't want ANY child to have to go -
2006-10-01
05:12:20
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Lady Myrkr
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