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" &amp;quot;Are you almost done for work for the day?&amp;quot; Sam asked. &amp;quot;I have about an hour before I have to be at the restaurant. I was thinking we could take a walk around the park.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That sounds great,&amp;quot; I said.  I shut down the computer for the day and, taking one of my daisies with me, walked out to meet my friend.  I had several missed calls from Josh this weekend \u2014 or almost missed. We would talk for a second and then he would get disconnected.  Finally, on Saturday night, he sent me an e-mail explaining that he was stuck in Vancouver until the middle of the week, that he&amp;#039;d tried to call me to tell me, but that the phone connection wasn&amp;#039;t working.  First I wrote him back and said we would talk when he got back. But that night I couldn&amp;#039;t sleep. I lay there trying to rationalize that I could wait to tell Josh, but it didn&amp;#039;t seem right to wait. And I knew I would worry about it all week, so I decided to write him an e-mail and try to explain to the best of my ability what was going on.  This was probably my first error, but I couldn&amp;#039;t wait a week. It felt incredibly wrong in every way. And, as it was, the pregnancy was making it hard for me to get through my days without taking a nap under my desk. I couldn&amp;#039;t have anything else affecting my sleep.  So I wrote him. I started by saying that he could have any reaction to what I was about to tell him that he wanted \u2014 that I understood he would probably be confused or overwhelmed or surprised. That I was surprised. But I was, by some miracle or fluke, pregnant. I told him that I had taken stock of the situation and I was thrilled to be having a baby \u2014 and he could be as involved or uninvolved as he chose to be.  I ended the very long e-mail by writing:  I initially felt weird telling you over e-mail, but now that I have, I actually think it may be better \u2014 because now you can process this information at your own speed without having to handle me staring at you across some table, and you feeling like you have to say something immediately. You don&amp;#039;t, Josh. I just wanted you to know. I wanted you to know, and to tell you that I do feel like this baby is a blessing. This baby is my blessing, and my responsibility. I did think you had a right to know, and I will welcome you into my child&amp;#039;s life, as you decide is best. But, so we are clear, I am asking nothing of you but to be happy for me.  Hope you are enjoying British Columbia. I look forward to talking. Love, Liz I hit &amp;quot;send.&amp;quot; I felt better immediately and went right to sleep.  I was a little surprised when I woke up the next morning to see that he hadn&amp;#039;t written me back. Not a word.  But my surprise turned to something else when, later that day, there was still no word. No word that night.  Or the next.  And today marked three days that there hadn&amp;#039;t been a peep.  Until 5 p.m., when he walked into my office, looking as angry as can be. More angry than I had ever seen him.  &amp;quot;We need to talk,&amp;quot; he said. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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