Call me crazy but ever since I was a little girl, I wanted children -- specifically a boy for the first-born. At the tender age of 21, I found out I was pregnant and no, it was not planned but I was gleaming with joy. I like to say my son matured me. He made me realize that I was no longer first, it was him, and I had no problem whatsoever. Even though it took me until I got home to fall in love with him, he was my real-life doll. I dressed him, played with him, took him to the park (which … [Read more...]