I grew up in a dysfunctional but loving family. I am the oldest of six children, born in 1967, from three marriages. My mother was married to my father for about four years having two children; my brother and me. My step-father was previously married for one year and had one child, a girl. In 1974 my mom met my step-father at a party being thrown in my house. They were married two years later in 1976. Our family then grew by three over six years with the birth of Mandy in 1977, Rebekah in 1980, and Jeremy in 1982. This experience of having two dads, three sets of grand-parents, and helping raise my younger siblings instilled a strong desire to never get married and to never have children. All of this changed throughout the 1990's. The first change came when I married Theresa G. on January 16, 1993 in Las Vegas.
             We are now a married couple living in Vallejo, California. We are newlyweds enjoying the time we have together and the freedom to do anything we like; stay in bed all day, go to a baseball game at the last minute, or make passionate love in the middle of our living room on a Sunday afternoon. All of this is about to change.
             "Honey are you ready?" my wife asks.
             Today, April 15th of 1994, is a special day it is my wife's 21st birthday and we are going out to Applebee's for dinner and then Chevy's Mexican restaurant for some frozen margaritas to celebrate. After dinner and quite a few drinks we come home for a passionate night of lovemaking.
             It is now two months later and my wife has not been feeling well for the last couple of mornings. She also tells me she hasn't had her menstrual cycle last month.
             "Have you been taking your pill?" I say.
             "No, I ran out in January and never got them refilled."
             "Well let's go get one of those home pregnancy tests."
             We go to Save Mart and pick up a "
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