This is the ironic story of how I came to choose water birth at the same facility I had laughed at and how it went.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a post about how I’m pregnant!—just why. (A sequel to “The Right Time to Have Kids”)
Nearly every day, my baby does something that makes me think of how God must see us, and she’s taught me many lessons about what it means to be a child of God.
Please read to the end before you destroy me.
We’ve only been married a year. We’re waiting for my husband to finish his bachelor’s program and living in a tiny on-campus apartment. And frankly, we’re dirt poor.
So why did we decide to have a baby?
A guide for any open-minded person who wishes to let the Lord frame their opinion of abortion.
I never wanted to marry young or fast. Then, I got married at 21, less than a year after returning from my mission, to some guy I’d met in that less-than-a-year. Yep, I’m that person.