Today my daughter is almost seven months old. I've waited my whole life to become a mom and somewhere in my early 30s, I resigned myself to the idea that I might not have the opportunity. So, when I found out on that chilly November morning in the tiny, fluorescent lit bathroom stall of LA Fitness that I would have the chance to be a mom, my world quaked. My pregnancy was a true dream. Georgia was mellow and would gently kick to let me know she was there. I craved lemonade for the entire time...in fact, it was the last thing I ate before my unexpected c-section and maintained a steady walking routine. I felt blessed that I was able to work through the entire experience with limited morning sickness caused by an empty stomach so I kept pretzel thins with me in the car. The smell of coffee also made my stomach churn. We sang, "You Are My Sunshine" to her every night and talked to her so often. I took prenatal yoga and slept a lot. I got prenatal massages a...