In the day and age of James Frey and other assorted frauds,  I feel obligated to say up front that this is a true story.  If I had to I could provide doctor’s notes and other assorted documents, if you were here I could show you the stretch marks that I earned the hard way.  However more than any of those things,  there is a little boy out there who is unquestionably, without a doubt, a part of me.

My son is not a baby anymore, he’s a little boy. Over the years, I’ve talked to several other birthmothers and shared my story and they’ve always told me that they felt better after I talked with them. I’ve been encouraged to write a book, and I always told myself that one day I would sit down with my journal, pictures, etc. and do it. However, I never seem to have time to write a book so some how a blog seemed less intimidating and offered me the opportunity to get the information out there right away.

I will admit that I have changed the names in the telling of this story, but only because I’m telling you my story, from my perspective. This is also the day and age of lawsuits and since this is my point of view, I would hate to wound someone and have them fire up a legal defense team to come after me because some of my journey is rocky and some people behaved badly on the way.

So this is my story,  please feel free to leave comments, share your thoughts, but please remember that behind the words is a real person, with real feelings.