Juniper and I have been staring at each other across our kitchen table for a few days. Every now and then, one of us will say, “Pregnant. Hm.” It’s such a fucking weird feeling. We made a human. Not even on purpose. It seemed hilarious when this happened to Tim. Now that it’s me about to be a dad? Everything is swirling around in my head. Like Christmas. It’s almost Christmas. Next year at this time I’ll be buying presents for a kid and playing Santa and all that. And who even ...