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" Dr. Blevins laughed. &amp;quot;In terms of lingering, the bad news is that you may be feeling under the weather like this at least for another six weeks.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What? Why?&amp;quot;  She gave me the biggest smile of all.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re pregnant,&amp;quot; she said.  You&amp;#039;re pregnant. You&amp;#039;re pregnant.  You&amp;#039;re pregnant.  The doctor&amp;#039;s words were running over and over through my mind as I left her office. They were running so loudly that I walked the wrong way and ended up in TriBeCa. It was cold out \u2014 too cold for the middle of March \u2014 and when I realized that I had walked fifteen blocks out of the way, I snuck into the lobby of the Tribeca Grand Hotel to get a cup of coffee and try to warm up.  But just as I sat down to order, I realized that I probably wasn&amp;#039;t supposed to drink coffee. I was pregnant. I WAS PREGNANT.  Isn&amp;#039;t that one of the first rules? No coffee? I reached into my bag for the list the doctor had given me of forbidden foods. Coffee was on the list with an asterisk, and a little note next to the asterisk informing me I could have one cup a day.  Fine, that was fine. But I wasn&amp;#039;t starting now. The first thing I had to eat after finding out I was going to have a baby was going to be asterisk free.  I got up, walked out of the hotel, and headed back toward my apartment. It felt surreal \u2014 beyond surreal, really.  How could I be pregnant? Josh and I had been careful every time \u2014 and there hadn&amp;#039;t even been that many. We had been really and truly careful. I couldn&amp;#039;t help but think of the Friends episode when Ross found out Rachel got pregnant and called the condom company to complain about it.  I felt myself start to chuckle, remembering the funny scene. How could I be laughing? How could I be lighthearted right now?  Maybe because, despite the less than ideal nature of the situation, I couldn&amp;#039;t help but\u2026be happy.  I was going to have a baby. I was going to have a baby.  And that was a blessing, maybe the greatest of my life.  A huge smile covered my face.  I turned the corner, still so lost in my own thoughts that I didn&amp;#039;t realize where I was until I saw him standing there. Under the Annie&amp;#039;s sign. Holding a crate of fresh vegetables. Sam.  His face erupted into a huge smile, just at the sight of me. &amp;quot;Hey, E,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;Hey, S,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;You look all glowy,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;I do?&amp;quot; I said.  He nodded. &amp;quot;You must be feeling better. I&amp;#039;ve never seen you look so happy.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I am feeling a little better,&amp;quot; I said. And then before I could think of why I should or shouldn&amp;#039;t, I said this next thing.  &amp;quot;Sam\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m pregnant.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re\u2026&amp;quot; I nodded. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m pregnant. I&amp;#039;m sure.&amp;quot;  Diary \u2014 we have moments in our life when we know things. Sometimes we don&amp;#039;t let ourselves know that we know them, but if we pay attention, these moments are here to teach us something.  And this next moment was here to teach me that I&amp;#039;d met the perfect man for me.  The man who was able to show that he understood who I was \u2014 that he could see the real me, and what I truly wished for.  I had met the perfect man.  Because what Sam did \u2014 without taking the time to think about himself, without taking the time to selfishly wonder what this child would or would not mean for whatever was beginning to happen between us \u2014 was to put the crate down and reach for me, pulling me toward him.  &amp;quot;Congratulations,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;Thank you,&amp;quot; I said, into his shoulder.  &amp;quot;You, Elizabeth Jackson, are going to be an amazing mom.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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