One Night Mommy and Daddy Loved Each Other Very Much

Last night I showed Steven the first chapter of the new book, which is going to be about pregnancy and motherhood. The first chapter talks about how we decided to have a baby. A brief summary of it would look like this:

My body wants babies + my family says I have to have babies soon + I am getting old + I am neurotic and pretty sure that I am also therefore infertile + I discover I am a carrier for Tay-Sachs = Milo born in November.

"That's not how it happened at all," Steven said when he read the chapter. [Side note: This is the problem with writing nonfiction. For my next book I might try magical realism.]

"How did it happen?" I said.

Steven then gave an explanation that looked like this:

Hana getting old + we probably want babies sometime + Hana yelled at me in Utah when I bought condoms = Milo born in November.

"You would rather have a kid than have me yell at you?" I asked.

Steven nodded. "I'll do pretty much anything to stop you from yelling."

And Milo, that's how you came to be.