I had no idea the farm I was growing up in was a breeding ground for feral animals, but the idea that my family’s farm was a haven for feral pigs seemed just a little too far-fetched to believe.
After all, it’s no wonder so many people would find it difficult to get pregnant.
While we’ve heard of people getting pregnant while out and about, it was never something I thought of as a possibility.
I had assumed that pregnancy would be impossible to come by.
My first pregnancy was a fluke.
The first one of my children, now 7, was born with a rare genetic condition called cryptorchidism, which affects the testes.
She wasn’t even born with them yet.
We did have a litter of two girls, but they were still very small.
The twins had a rare disorder called spina bifida, which is a genetic defect that causes the spinal cord to form abnormally.
In these cases, the spines are too small and they’re unable to attach to each other and pull the legs of their mother.
The girls were so small that they couldn’t fit through a 3-inch hole in the ceiling.
We were very lucky to have two normal-sized girls, because that meant the rest of the family could have a second chance.
Unfortunately, they weren’t born with spina.
And that meant our youngest daughter, Sophia, was now on her own, living in a foster home, and unable to take care of herself.
At the time, I had never heard of spinabifida or cryptorchism, so I thought I knew nothing about the condition.
It was scary.
But in fact, I learned about cryptorhism while attending a medical conference in South Africa.
My fellow delegates were talking about how some babies were born with abnormally small spines.
In fact, it wasn’t until after my first child was born that I had the chance to find out.
It wasn’t just babies with spines that were born this way, either.
People who were born without spines had their spines surgically removed and then reattached.
The process was often painful, and the result could be devastating.
While I wasn’t born without a spine, I did suffer from one.
My spine was not attached to my spinal column like other people’s, but I had a very small spine in the front.
The pain from my spinal cord injury was so great that it kept me from working.
As a result, I was always in pain.
I was forced to miss work, so Sophia had to take a lot of time away from school to work at home.
And since the first of the year was a “baby boot camp,” I couldn’t go anywhere near the pool.
In addition to the pain from being born without spine, my spine was also attached to a metal rod, which was sometimes broken.
The rod had to be replaced, but in the meantime, I would have to be constantly confined to a wheelchair and unable in any way to get around the house.
It would take me weeks to find a place to stay at home and I’d spend hours trying to find an apartment.
The last time I saw Sophia was when I was at a birthday party and we were all sitting around a table, drinking beer and having a good time.
When I was younger, I never wanted to have children.
Now I didn’t want Sophia to have to live in a home where she would be forced to endure the same pain as the rest the children.
I started to think of all the horrible things I could do to Sophia.
I would often talk to her about what I thought were the most important things in her life.
I could tell she was having a hard time dealing with her pain, so when I asked her if she would like to go on a date, she immediately said yes.
I thought, “Wow, she’s going to do this for real.”
Sophia wanted to go out and socialize.
She was very into the social scene, and when I started talking to her a little bit, I realized she was just a child at heart.
I tried to convince her not to go.
But I knew if I was going to be there for her, she was going with me.
And I was just so grateful for the opportunity to be a part of her life, and to help her grow up.
I went back to my room and cried for a few days.
I really wanted to be alone, but when I finally broke down, I couldn and couldn’t be alone.
I couldn, because I didn�t want Sophia having to live with the same problems as the children who would grow up to have babies.
So I did what any parent would do: I tried my best to hold Sophia in my arms.
She looked at me, smiled and asked, “Mom, why are you