I was talking to Ryan’s secretary today and she mentioned that her coffee please be decaf, and when I asked her why, she replied, “I shouldn’t have any caffeine, I’m three months pregnant.” And something quietly shattered inside me. I suppose the idea of having a baby makes me ache a little because I harbor the doubt that someone could one day love me enough to want to create something with me of that wondrous magnitude. I fear I am difficult to love.

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