Days later, I have my first doctor’s visit. JT says he will come with me. But when it’s time to get ready, he will not come out of the bathroom. I won’t beg. This is crazy and not what we agreed on. I call Carla. In no time she is picking me up, taking me to the doctor. Everything is fine: the heartbeat, the growth. I’m doing this. I’m having a baby. I’m having this baby. This baby whom I am already in love with. Not long after, I have a conversation with Future—we are speaking daily at this point, but this discussion is especially significant.
