The hard right hook

That's often how I'll describe getting pregnant. God knows I didn't expect or even think I wanted it, though Adam would tell me later that he wondered: Did she do this deliberately? I didn't have a problem that he asked the question; I asked it of myself as well. Did I deliberately skip the birth control or did it just happen because I can be lazy and forgetful? It would be so neat to say that I'm looking at Baz right now, sleeping on the couch as he likes to do even though he has a room of his own, and that the question doesn't matter, but it still does.

The hard right hook. The punch that slams you, spins you around. It's addictive. And it's far from over.