I listen to the song Capri about a woman carrying her baby and I wonder... what was it like for a my birthmother to carry me. What went through her mind when she knew, when those fourty weeks flew by she'd be giving away the baby she carried, the one who told her from the inside out she loved her. Now I crave to carry a baby of my own. But to keep her, to hold her, to remind her everyday that I will be here, I will make the right choices, and I wont make the mistakes my parents made