It’s funny.  My mother did not want any pictures of her pregnant for some reason and I never realized until it was almost too late I did not really have any of me expecting either.  As a strawberry blondish haired, green eyed child who had a red haired, brown eyed mother and a black haired, blue eyed father kids used to taunt me and say I was adopted.  Really I am a mix between the two.  I wanted to have at least one picture so my daughter could see I carried her and she was all ours.  My whole pregnancy was easy and wonderful without complications and I had just turned 41.  I never even had one day of morning sickness.  Right before we left for the hospital I asked my husband to take this.  From behind people didn’t know I was pregnant but when I turned around I usually got a lot of comments.  We were going to the same hospital where I was born in the same month only many moons ago.  I had no idea what to expect; I just knew my baby was almost in my arms.  The American Pulitzer Prize winning writer Carl Sandburg once said, “A baby is God’s opinion that life should go on.”  And I had been waiting on her my whole life.