Dating while pregnant
One day, I missed an important conference call; Hazel wouldn’t stop screaming in the background, and I had to hang up.
We were a sexless match made in high-cholesterol heaven, until I got a little grossed out by his gluttony (only one of us was entitled to such a rapidly growing belly.)I also reconnected with an old friend, Ryan, who now had kids (and an ex) of his own.I’d look at Hazel—especially in her innocent deep sleep—and it just felt like the sweetest prayer. I knew I wanted to keep my baby, so I let him know I was expecting, but that I didn’t want to be with him.I was sleep-deprived but propped up by a continual swell of happy hormones. We took long, contemplative walks and got lattes every morning.And when it came to help, I counted myself extremely lucky: my family pitched in and worked overtime, easing the transition in ways that a hundred husbands couldn’t, from daily home-cooked meals to on-demand babysitting. I even learned to use her as a kettlebell when working out at home (she giggled the whole time.)Of course, there was plenty of hard stuff, too.
He was fun and charming, and I was happy when I found out I was pregnant–that is, until I did some major digging and discovered he was also married, and had gotten another woman pregnant at the same time.