On May 4 I had a baby girl, Sherah Michal. It was an extremely painful experience and I hope never to repeat this whole pregnancy experience again. The end.

Sherah and I are getting to know each other and I make a better mother than I thought I would.

This is reality. When I wanted to get pregnant last summer, I had in mind a little girl about three years old--already walking, talking, poddy trained. Ha, ha...joke was on me. Colic, dirty diapers, and bottles are the reality.

But I'm adjusting better and can enjoy Sherah more than at first. I can't come and go like I used to, it upsets us both too much--her for moving around too much and me for having to get everything organized (an hour in advance before taking a step out the door). But I think I can handle her pretty good and hopefully she'll turn out to be a nice unspoiled kid.