I went through the whole baby thing--diapers, messy eating, baths, whining--oh, the whining!--with my little sister. She was born Nov. 8, 2004, when I was fourteen, and I basically raised her when my mom was too doped up to get out of bed (which was most of the time back then--she's recovering, thankfully). Point is, even after all those disgusting diapers and moldy bottles found under the bed a week later, I really wouldn't have wanted to have it any other way. I ADORE my baby sister. Raising her has shown me that I really, really want kids involved in all stages of my life. I plan to adopt once I'm older and out of school. Better help a kid who's already here than bring another in for no good reason. After all, the only reason to have a bio-kid is to have someone to carry on my name--and I don't give a damn about that.