I was in a committed relationship with two people—and then I got pregnant.

The night I found out I was going to be a mom I sat down next to my husband Kevin, clutching the pregnancy test in one hand and holding his hand with the other, the three minutes waiting for the test results felt like forever. I think in that span of time I felt every emotion known to man: happy at the possibilities, mad that I had thrown up the steak and cheese I made for myself earlier that day, anxious to know the results, and of course scared beyond belief. My husband has always been someone I could see myself building a family with. We were together for three years, but I knew on our first date this was a man I could spend the rest of my life with.

As the test turned from the little hourglass into a sign that read ‘Pregnant: 1-2 Weeks’ I looked at my husband and began to cry. I couldn’t handle the wave of emotions that came over me. As for him, he was thrilled to be a dad. He’s always been the type whom you could tell wanted to be a father since they were younger, as he was always taking care of those around him. That’s just his personality. He’s always thought of everyone else over himself, even at this moment when he was glowing with excitement he asked if I was alright.
I gripped his hand tighter and nodded while continuing to cry. I was happy. With his next breath he said, “I can’t wait to tell Sarah.” And in that instance I knew I had the perfect partners to start a family with. Sarah is my girlfriend and together she, Kevin, and I were about to begin a new journey as we started our family.
I’m sure that sounds confusing, so I guess it is best I should start from the beginning. From the moment I met my husband through our mutual friends, he and I spoke about how I’ve never really believed in committing myself to one man or one woman for the rest of my life. I was upfront from the start that I am polyamorous and he accepted me for all that I am.
For those who don’t know, polyamory (or ‘poly’ for short), to put it simply, is the belief that you can love more than one person. It has no religious base. It is not some weird sex fetish. It is just the word that describes thousands of people throughout the world who choose not to limit themselves to one person for the rest of their lives. There are many different forms of poly relationships; some people have as many as 5 different partners at a time, but for me I could only see myself being with one man and one woman.