It was a few months later and we found out that Kristen was pregnant. A friend’s fun bridal shower for her and a BBQ with other friends for me turned into a passionate night that ended in conception. We even broke the bed that night. (Totally not how you may think… her fierce independence and a few drinks caused me to be an obstacle in bed that she had to step over. Out went the bed rail.) The timing could have been a bit better to be pregnant, though. Me still embroiled in a divorce, her so uncertain of herself as a mother. But the circumstances were perfect between us to find out we were going to start a family and this woman was going to be an amazing mom. And really, is there a good time to be pregnant?

Since we worked in a family medicine practice, what a better way to find out? She told me “I’m late.” I had the honor to be the one to read her first clinical test. I read it was positive and informed her. It was so surreal to be at work finding this out! I walk her across the clinic for the blood work to confirm. She was such a nervous wreck. We weren’t married and her parents didn’t exactly dig the idea that things were happening so fast, but that didn’t change anything. Their first grandchild was on the way and they seemed happy after they got used to the idea. Proud like all grandparents are.

Our friends were all there with us at every step. I like to think that helped her. From the first obstetrics appointments to the delivery room, our friends in the medical community made bringing our daughter into this world such an amazing event. It couldn’t have been any warmer to have such wonderful people there supporting such an important event. And she beamed like a new mother should. My god, she was beautiful. Kristen was banned from naming her, though. But for the sake of this story, to protect our daughter’s privacy and to emphasize why Kristen was banned, we’ll call her Megalodon (like the prehistoric shark that Kristen loved so much and wanted to name her. Lord, don’t ask me why…)

Rory Andes