During my pregnancy I would often start thinking about my daughter's father and how much I wanted him to acknowledge her. The more I thought about it the sadder I got. I would cry myself to sleep. I honestly though I was never going to be okay with it. But then that started to change little by little. My friends and family were a tremendous help. They did everything they could to make me happy and comfortable. Then once my daughter was born, I couldn't have cared less about him. The only thing that matters is my baby girl. Besides, it's his loss. My daughter is gorgeous!