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My best friend Gracie Fuller was basically born single. Her go-to line was, "Men are all the same, not worth my time. I'd never bother dating one." But then one day, she leaned in, all mysterious, and told me that she was already two months pregnant. Before I could even react, she messed up my hair while saying, "Get your mind out of the gutter. Of course, I did IVF. I'm not getting any younger. Men are optional, but a kid? That's a must." After the baby was born, my husband Bruce Curry and I ended up as his godparents. Gracie called me on video, cradling the baby, her happiness written all over her face, but with a hint of complaint. "He's tiny, but man, can he make a fuss," she said. She went on, "Seriously, it's not just my kid. Why am I the only one putting up with all this?" At first, I didn't get what she meant. But that night, I saw all the messages Gracie had sent Bruce on his phone, and a family photo of the three of them set as his chat background.