Lena never knew she could be so tired. Enviously, she watched her husband—whose shoulders were not drooping and whose eyes had no circles under them—sign for their purchases at the baby stuff store. Her little girl, about 24 months old with straight strawberry blond hair, sat in the kid seat of the cart, pretending to read a brochure she grabbed from the counter. The baby on the way gave her a kick as if to say, “Hey, pay attention to me now!” and she wondered why she’d gotten pregnant again so quickly. Had it seriously been their intent?