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It was 2am, roughly six weeks before the twins were due, and I was sweating profusely over a plastic hook and a spool of aggressively yellow yarn. I had somehow convinced myself that real fatherhood began with mastering basic patterns...

Listen, the bathroom tiles were freezing against my bare legs, and my phone screen was turned down to that barely-visible dim setting so I wouldn't wake my husband. I was exactly seven weeks pregnant. I felt like I had swallowed...