Despite the fact that my stomach was sticking about 4 inches out over my pants, I still decided to take a pregnancy test. I stepped into a toilet stall but the door was too low and while I tried to figure out how to heave my awkward bulk into position to pee on the stick, it seemed like everyone I know was stopping by to talk to me - ex-boyfriends, friends I haven’t seen in five years, coworkers. Test completed — definitely pregnant. But by whom? It’d been a slow year and I was very far along. One angry voicemail and an embarrassing confrontation later and I had my answer. Now what?
