I can’t help but feel that, in an age of baby selfies, the whole “baby selfie” phenomenon is just a ploy to boost the image of parents as supermodels and celebrity spokespeople.
But it’s not.
I know what it’s like to be the one having a baby and having to share the photo, to be asked for the photos and the hashtag #babyyousay.
I can’t stop thinking about my own first pregnancy.
My mother and I both wanted a baby, and we both agreed that, for me, a selfie was more than enough.
It was easy, and it felt like the right thing to do, and I thought I was doing the right things.
My own pregnancy was a long and complicated journey that ended up in a hospital in Georgia after she got her period, but it was the first time that I had actually met my biological father.
I was born on May 3, 2016, at the University of Georgia Hospital in Athens.
I didn’t have a good sense of where I was, but I knew I was going to make it through the birth with my own two feet.
I had a good night’s sleep, and my dad called me and said, “Look at this!
It’s your baby.”
It was a dream come true.
The next morning, I had to get up and start the day with the kind of routine that I’d practiced so many times before.
I had my usual breakfast, and then I went to work and got up and got dressed for work.
The first day was spent in my bedroom, in the same place where my mother had given birth, with a different pillow, a different shirt, and a different pair of jeans.
My father had a similar routine, but with my birth weight in mind.
I remember him saying to me, “It’s going to be a bit different, isn’t it?”
I don’t think that we could’ve done a better job of communicating what it was that we wanted from a baby.
I don’t know if I could have.
But at the same time, it wasn’t really my place to tell him.
My parents were in the hospital, and they weren’t even expecting us to give birth, so I think that was part of what they wanted.
And that was great for them, but also for me.
We were all just trying to get through it together, and that was my place.
I remember looking around at my family and thinking, I can do this.
I can be the mother.
And then I remembered how I’d felt as a teenager: You’re the best mom, and you’re the only one who cares.
That feeling of pride and belonging to your family and having someone who cared for you is one of the most important things that you can have.
I felt that way for a while, and the more I talked to my family, the more it clicked.
My family really believed in me, and so I knew that this was a good time to go through this.
That’s what it felt to be in the delivery room, holding my baby.
There were tears in my eyes, and tears in their eyes.
I could hear the nurses asking questions.
It felt really, really, super special.
I mean, I couldn’t believe that it was happening.
There was a sense of euphoria that I could feel in my stomach.
It didn’t feel like we were getting it over with, but there was a relief that I was not going to have to do it again.
It was a lot of fun, but in the end, it didn’t go quite as planned.
I went home that night and just cried.
The next morning I woke up, and everything was going great.
I woke my parents up and we went to go get dressed and then the nurse said, I want you to be my doctor, and she’s going on about the health of your body, and this was something that I hadn’t experienced.
My body was in a different place than it was when I got here.
So I thought, well, okay, maybe I’m not the best person to give advice to, but this is what I’ve been given, and now I’m going to do what I have to, to make sure I can help make sure that I can make it.
I was going through the same process of going through it again as a new parent.
I’d had a miscarriage, and at the time, I didn.
I started crying all the time about it.
My doctor told me to go back to sleep, but, as I got to the hospital the next day, she said, This is not the right time.
You need to come home.
So I got dressed, and after a few days, I got my baby out of the womb.
I called my parents and they were shocked.
They couldn’t understand how I was feeling.
I thought that I