1George
All my life, I've dreamed of being no less than two things: a surgeon, and a father. I dreamed nonstop of finding the woman I love, and cradling our baby in our arms after it was born. Of performing appendectomies and angioplasties all day, and then coming home to toddlers with my eyes being excited that Daddy was home, and begging for piggyback rides. Of being the kind of father my Dad was to me. I picked out names; planned to start a college fund right away; debated on where the best place to raise them would be. I've had this all planned out since I was 18. Except, now that I'm faced with the reality of being a father, I have no clue where to begin.
Izzie
I was 15 when I first realized I was pregnant with Sarah. I was sick to my stomach; couldn't stand the smell of anything; cried when my English teacher read Lord of the Flies to the class. I took the test at my best friend Brittany's house, and threatened to beat her up if she told anyone when the plus sign appeared. As the months passed, and Jason quit returning my calls, I realized the best thing for Sarah would be if I gave her to a family who wanted her. And I did just that, and there were no regrets, because I was confident that I had done the right thing.
Now that I'm 27 and pregnant, though, adoption obviously isn't the way to go. I'm on my way to becoming a doctor; surely I can provide a child with everything it needs and wants. The problem is, I don't want to do it on my own.