I'm very excited to meet her. Before I knew more about her and just really found I care for her and enjoy her personality, I didn't know. Now I am excited. I am creating a photo album to take with me. It will have pictures throughout my whole life. I just plain don't like what happened to her. It's gnawing at me a great deal. To think that some doctor played God like that, all because a baby was a sought after commodity. It makes me wonder how many lives are out there, not only mine, that were affected by the antics of these people who for whatever their "alturistic" reasoning is, tore babies from women like that. I believe they will have to answer to their God someday, but that doesn't change the here and now. I really have great parents, and I wouldn't want to trade them for anything, but this stirs up so much inside. These are the types of things that had no place to happen in the first place....
