Jenny Harris always expected that she’d fall in love, get
married, and have a baby–in that order. Now, very pregnant
and not quite married, she actually doesn’t mind that she
and her live-in fiancé, Dean, accidentally started their
family a little earlier than planned; she’s happy to have
so much to look forward to. But Dean–whom Jenny loves
enough to overlook his bad facial hair, his smoking habit,
and his total commitment to a cheesy cover band–is acting
distant, and not in a pre-wedding-jitters kind of way. The
night he runs out for cigarettes and just doesn’t come
back, he demotes himself from future husband to sperm
donor.
And the very next day, Jenny goes into
labor.
In the months that follow, Jenny plunges
into a life she never anticipated: single motherhood. At
least with the sleep deprivation, sore boobs, and fits of
crying (both hers and the baby’s), there’s not much time
to dwell on her broken heart. And things start looking up.
She learns how to do everything one-handed, makes friends
in a mommy group, and even manages to give dating tips to
her sweet, clueless father–who’s trying to court her sassy
mother again, fifteen years after their divorce. She also
gets to know a handsome, helpful neighbor–with a knack for
soothing babies–who invites her out dancing. But Dean is
never far from Jenny’s thoughts or, it turns out, her
doorstep, and in the end Jenny must choose between the old
life she thought she wanted and the new life she’s been
lucky to find.