Mom to Jack Daniel
Chicago, Illinois (Living in Bucharest, Romania)
05-11-15 to 05-12-15
The best things in life aren’t planned, or so I’ve been told. And that’s exactly what everyone said to me when I found I was pregnant just two months shy of my fortieth birthday. I wasn’t trying; on the contrary I was actively trying not to get pregnant. “Bob” and I had just decided not to continue dating. After a great vacation he’d called it quits at the airport. A few weeks later we got together for one last hurrah. And what a last hurrah it was, our son was conceived that day.