She showed up on my doorstep yesterday. Remember how I fliply told her, "Now write me a list of twenty things you're doing to get us to the point of having a kid"? She actually did it. I asked for a twenty-point plan. She gave me thirty. Everything I could possibly ask her to do, plus some stuff I never even thought of. And then a lot of talk about how she wasn't letting me go after nine years without a fight and she doesn't want to live her life without me. I listened until I couldn't listen any more and then I told her to leave. I was in a really bad state.
She wrote me another email. I wish I could just post it in its entirety here so you could see what I'm talking about, but that would be crossing a pretty clear ethical line, and I already feel iffy enough talking about all our private business here.