The title of this piece is inspired by the Eve Ensler play The Vagina Monologues.
Oh shit, the condom just broke.
What even happened last night? The last thing I remember is going to the bathroom, and the guy sitting at the bar had bought me a drink when I got back.
Thank God the kids are both at sleepovers tonight. Finally, we get a night alone.
I never should have given in to my boyfriend pressuring me to have sex. Now everyone in school is calling me a slut.
Wait a second. Did he just take the condom off when I wasn’t looking?
We’ve been wanting a baby for so long. I hope this round of IVF works.
Holy shit. I’m pregnant.
This is bad.
This is the best news ever. We’ve waited so long for this baby.
How is this even possible? We use birth control religiously!
OMG, my parents are going to kick me out when they find out. Where am I going to go? How am I going to finish high school?
I’m pregnant? In my 40s?? But I was going to retire in 10 years!
I don’t know how I’m going to pay for all the medical bills. I don’t have great health insurance.
What are we going to do? We can’t afford this! My spouse just got laid off. And my job doesn’t have paid parental leave.
So if this is a high-risk pregnancy because of my age, what does that mean, exactly? What could happen?
What does “severe preeclampsia” mean? Does it mean I could die?
I need to get a higher-paying job that has health insurance. But who’s going to hire someone who’s obviously pregnant?
My boyfriend skipped town when I told him. I guess I’ll be raising this baby by myself.
Are you telling us the baby has severe defects and won’t live more than a few days after birth?
Infant day care costs HOW MUCH? Are you serious? That’s over half my salary!
This is a nightmare. I’m pregnant with a rapist’s child.
What am I going to do now?
My life is ruined.
I’m going to have to quit school.
I’m going to have to leave the workforce.
I’m going to have to give up my dreams.
I’m going to end up in poverty.
I’m going to die.
I’m so scared. What am I going to do?