Her pregnancy stirs new and unexpected feelings in me. She is Puerto-Rican while my heritage is a Celto-European grab bag. Suddenly I feel a sense of victory, as if a memory of some distant conquest has been dislodged. Her body is now truly my territory. I have planted my flag, so to speak, in the great European tradition: Balboa in South America, Ponce de Leon in the Caribbean, Jack Kennedy in the Bay of Pigs (but with better timing).