By the time the papers arrived, I was already grieving.
When the divorce became final, I believed the worst chapter of my life had ended.
Three weeks later, I collapsed during a logistics briefing at Fort Campbell.
One moment I was standing near a whiteboard explaining supply delays.
The next, I was flat on my back with several soldiers staring down at me.
I insisted that I was fine even though I was nauseated, dizzy, sweating, and strangely emotional.
Dana arrived less than half an hour later.
She took one look at me and said I looked pregnant.
I told her not to start.
She was right.
At the hospital, a tired doctor entered the examination room carrying a tablet.
She confirmed that my pregnancy test was positive.
I laughed once because my brain did not know how else to respond.
Then I told her it was impossible.
She gently explained that it was biologically quite possible and that unexpected pregnancies sometimes happened after years of trying.
