Yes, I spoil my child. I'm perfectly conscious of what I'm doing, and I'm not sure I want to stop. You see, I was pregnant. We were going to be a family of four. We had so many plans. Our son was beginning to understand that he was going to be a big brother. We started looking for a big house where a family of four could grow up and grow old. We started looking for ugly yet absolutely useful minivans, where we'd all fit. We started unpacking my son's old baby clothes and my pregnancy clothes. We started telling our loved ones that our family was growing. We had so many plans. And then one day, I wasn't pregnant anymore. As quickly as it came, it went away. And all our plans? Well. They changed. Our daily lives changed too. Especially those first few days. You see, I was to have the "extraction" operation on Friday - the day I turned 34. So the plans we had with my son (to make a cake from scratch together, to open presents in the park, to g