It all begin with…

A work trip to Washington DC. The wife flies up for the weekend to celebrate our 2nd anniversary. Towards the end of our trip, Brittany gets sick. She is having awkward stomach cramps and legitimately feels “off”.

We arrive back in Atlanta on a Tuesday. I head to work as Brittany heads to the Minute Clinic. Around 3pm, I receive a phone call that would change the course of HISTORY, at least for me. Nine months later and I’m responsible for a life not my own. We’ll start our journey about a week or so before that…