Well, she wasn’t married.
“Joseph, I really want to marry you... But an Angel came to me last night and told me I’m pregnant...”
“Um.... How much wine DID you drink last night? Because we’re half-way to Bethlehem already...”
I don’t know. I don’t care. I wasn’t there. People will argue the minutia and miss the message.
The minutia are not required for belief. Well, not mine at least.