*** One morning in January 2016, my ex-fiancé Kara came out of the bathroom and told me she was pregnant. She said it as if she were trying to convince herself it was true. It was the first month we had been trying, and she was prepared for the worst—that it would take several attempts, or that it might not happen at all. As for me, I was nonchalant. I figured it was bound to happen, probably on the first attempt, if only because perhaps I feare…