The Group Scattered, Half a Lifetime Apart

Five months into my pregnancy, my husband set up a group chat just for me, called "Baby Arrival Countdown." In it were my mother-in-law, the postpartum nurse, the nanny, the driver, and my husband Dylan Delgado's assistant. The only one missing was my husband himself. I asked him why he wouldn't join. He kept his head down, knotting his tie, his voice flat. "You all can handle those little details. It just annoys me to read it."