HITTING ROCK BOTTOM
I got pregnant on New Years Eve, 1998. I was drunk.
I still remember cheering NINETEEN NINETY-NINE like a madwoman outside the bar as fireworks went off at midnight.
My full bladder didn’t like all the jumping and screaming, so I made the drunken decision to keep celebrating and empty my bladder at the same time.
I brought in the new year with soggy pants and piss-filled shoes, and continued the party later on by getting accidentally pregnant in the first hours of the new yea