I sat on the toilet, peed on the pregnancy test, and waited the longest minute of my life. Positive. I had a panic attack and then felt almost happy; I rubbed my belly tenderly. Those scenes of girls in bathrooms waiting to find out if they’re pregnant had always seemed pretty lame to me. “This is pathetic,” I thought. To be honest, though, I’m used to being pathetic, which may be why I identify with characters like Jessica Jones, or Penny Lane in Almost Famous. I stood up, washed my face, and walked out of the bathroom. I collapsed on the bed.
