Since her release from prison in December 2023 for her role in the murder of her abusive mother Dee Dee, Gypsy Rose Blanchard has been an omnipresent tabloid fixture, making headlines for her burgeoning influencer career, her post-prison glow-up, and her relationship with her then-husband, Ryan Anderson (whom she famously defended in an Instagram comment by proclaiming his “D was fire”).
Over the course of the past six months, however, Blanchard’s life has changed drastically. In March, she announced she was divorcing Anderson, rekindling a relationship with her former prison pen pal Ken Urker shortly afterwards. Now, in yet another plot twist, the 32-year-old Blanchard announced on July 9 that she is 11 weeks pregnant with Urker’s baby, revealing that her first child is due in January 2025.
“We’re both very excited,” Blanchard said in the video, titled, “I’m Pregnant, My Journey So Far.” “This was not planned at all. It was completely unexpected. But we’re both very excited to take on this new journey of parenthood.”
Blanchard first made headlines in 2015, when she was arrested with ex-boyfriend Nicholas Godejohn and charged with the murder of her mother, Clauddine “Dee Dee” Blanchard. As documented by a Buzzfeed article about the case and the Hulu series The Act, Dee Dee suffered from Munchausen syndrome by proxy — also known as factitious disorder imposed on another (FDIA) — a rare mental illness in which a caregiver pretends that their child is ill, subjecting Gypsy Rose to unnecessary medical procedures and interventions and imprisoning her in their home. Blanchard pled guilty to second degree murder for conspiring to murder Dee Dee and served seven years in prison before her 2023 release. (Godejohn is currently serving a life sentence for the murder.)
In the weeks following her release, Gypsy Rose has taken advantage of her newfound freedom by making the media circuit rounds, appearing in a documentary titled Gypsy Rose: Life After Lockup and giving numerous interviews. In many of those interviews, she extolled her partner at the time, Ryan Anderson, whom she wed while she was still in prison. She told 20/20 following her release, “I’m living my best married life.”
In March, however, Blanchard announced that she was divorcing Anderson, telling People in an interview that she felt “lost” in her marriage. She has since reconnected with her former fiancé Ken Urker, whom she also met in prison and was briefly engaged to in 2018. “After reconnecting earlier this month, we realized that our love for each other is simply undeniable, and life is too short to not take a chance,” Blanchard told TMZ in April. (For his part, Anderson has not gone gently into that good night, and has taken to TikTok to tell his side of the story, alleging that Gypsy has continued to contact him after their breakup.)
In her YouTube video, Blanchard revealed that she learned she was pregnant with Urker’s baby after she missed her period, detailing her pregnancy symptoms such as cravings, fatigue, and mood swings. She also briefly alluded to criticism from followers who have expressed concern that she is “not ready” to be a mother, due to the fact that it has only been a few months since her release from prison. “I don’t know if anyone is really ready to be a mother,” she said. “I don’t know anyone that said, ‘OK, I’m doing this.’ In my experience, everyone I’ve ever talked to, they’re just like, ‘It happened.'”
Blanchard also appeared to reference the controversy surrounding her and Anderson’s relationship. “When I found out I was pregnant, nothing else mattered,” she said. “The social media drama… it all faded. It didn’t matter anymore. All that matters is making sure that I’m healthy, the baby’s healthy, my relationship with Ken is healthy, and we are moving forward in a positive way.”
Christine Wonsley with her husband, Elmore (second from left), attorney Ben Crump (left), and Rev. Al Sharpton (right), during a memorial service for her son Nolan Xavier Wells.Gerald Herbert/AP
Donald Trump and FIFA President Gianni Infantino stand as Spain celebrates its World Cup victory, on July 19, 2026.
America Got the World Cup It Deserves — Good and Bad
For the past six weeks or so I’ve been having a recurring fight with my friends. The dispute is over whether or not it’s ethical to support the U.S. national team in the World Cup.
To the vast majority of people reading this article, this is an absurd question: of course you can and should support the United States Men’s National Team, you weirdo. And look, I’m with you. But despite the fact that my friends are pompous dorks who are no fun to watch the game with, the question they raise is valid: Are our national teams avatars of the administration in power, or of the people and promise of that country?
If you believe the former, then yeah, it’s pretty fucking weird to support the USMNT. In doing so, by that thinking, you’d be engaging in a sort of athletic nationalism on behalf of a country run by Donald Trump, the most corrupt president in history, who forced the Iranian national team to flee across the border immediately after the final whistle of each of their games, whose federal police have shot numerous civilians dead in the street during a brutal immigration crackdown, who has started a war and supported a genocide while covering up his close personal friendship with the most notorious pedophile in modern history.
I mean just look at him. On Sunday he waddled down onto the field to present Spain with their trophy, lingering on stage with the victorious team as they tried to celebrate. The presence of Mexican President Claudia Steinbaum and Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney did little to dilute the image of Trump standing next to his crony Gianni Infantino, grinning at all the trappings of their power, hands caressing a trophy they’d done nothing to earn, lingering well past his cue to leave Spain to their glory. This World Cup, literally, had Donald Trump’s fingerprints all over it.
And yet, this was one of the most thrilling, beautiful World Cups in recent memory. That’s America, baby — contradictions abound.
Over the past five weeks of the greatest athletic competition on Earth, we’ve seen games that will literally never leave my memory. The final, which I attended yesterday in New Jersey, was remarkably forgettable — a 0-0 draw until the 106th minute, with Spain dominating every second of play and yet unable to score, undone time and time again by their insistence on tricksy passing and the personal heroics of Argentina’s goalkeeper Emi Martinez. The rest of the tournament, however, delivered. Cabo Verde, refusing to lose until the very last moments of the first knockout round, battling back again and again against both teams that would eventually play in the final. The sheer dominance of France’s Kylian Mbappe in front of goal, scoring at will, rivaled only by the aging GOAT Leo Messi and the Norwegian warlord Erling Haaland. England’s heroic stand at the Estadio Azteca in Mexico City, 45 minutes in the rain, a man down, holding out for the win and singing “Wonderwall” with what felt like half the stadium when it ended. Off the pitch, too: the Algerian national team being welcomed with open arms by Lawrence, Kansas; Scottish braves drinking Boston dry and partying wildly with Haitian fans that overcame so much just to be at the tournament. In Mexico, of course, the World Cup was everything, and its fans threw joyous South Koreans pumped full of tequila into the air, and celebrated in the streets with opposing fans even after their hard-fought defeat to England.
For the United States, what the 2026 World Cup was — what our team was, what our fans were, what our performance as hosts was — is a reflection of two things at once: what our nation is and what it can be.
Our star striker, Folarin Balogun, was born here by accident, a citizen only because of a birthright system that our president is currently trying to erase. We have Ricardo and Giovanni and Freeman and Zendejas. We have another striker whose name is Haji, for goodness sake. I look at that team and I see the country America can be, one in which any soul born in or living within our arbitrary borders can become part of a great national project that seeks to improve the lives of everyone it can. And yet, I can also look at that team and see a reflection of what the country is, because there is an anchor around its neck. When Balogun was — albeit unjustly — suspended for a crucial match, Trump himself stepped in. Cronyism saved the day and got Balogun reinstated, but ruined the fragile harmony the team had enjoyed. On the pitch against Belgium, they came apart. Temperamental star Christian Pulisic tried to go alone and then quit, aging defender Tim Ream’s legs failed him when he needed them most, a young goalkeeper slipped and fell when he had no good options for support.
What more can you say about a team, about our country? The team is an entity that is capable of more but still has so far to go, that is vulnerable to the same forces of avarice and selfishness and fear that plague our national identity writ large.
It’s possible to end the story there, to say good riddance to another failed year and fractured team. But I think that’s a mistake. I think if you believe that you haven’t really been watching. I think that’s also why it pissed me off so much that some of my friends wouldn’t root for the U.S. Yes, we have flaws, like every country involved in the tournament. Yes, our current team management and political government are filled with morons. But if you won’t put on the shirt you’re essentially opting out of our future. We can’t wait around for a better world, a better team, a better president, before we deign to lend our support. Progress only comes from effort, from caring, from believing in something more.
One of my favorite images of the World Cup was a crowd shot of the opening match against Paraguay in Los Angeles: every race, color and creed of American there is, all covered in red white and blue. It’s corny and trite, sure. But that’s what it’s all about. That’s why we’re here. You have to believe. The U.S. won that game 4-2. In four years, we’ll be even better.