1980: The new year and new decade arrive as T and I celebrate in the French Alps with my family. In Tours, we’re close enough to Paris to go for the day, and we do, often. In the middle of winter, we visit Vienna over a long weekend. For spring break, we go north to England, Scotland, and Wales. Late spring, I wake up on our futon, smell coffee, and am nauseated. Turns out it’s no trouble at all for me to get pregnant. In June we return to the states and look for a place to live in Athens, Georgia, where in the fall I’ll start law school and T will start social work school. We borrow money from my parents and end up with a little townhouse. Law school is tons of reading, and for the first time ever, I stop reading for pleasure. In a first year class that’s about one-third female, I appear to be the only one who’s pregnant.