Flashbacks.

The day before I found out. On a roller coaster. Hope the embryo enjoyed the ride.

The day before the baby Apocalypse struck.

Jason, one of my friends and her boyfriend and I went to Kentucky Kingdom.

That morning before we left, I woke up SO INCREDIBLY THIRSTY I couldn't stand it. I rolled out of bed and walked straight to the fridge. Like usual, I'd forgotten to refill the Brita filter. We were out of Diet Coke, Orange Juice, everything except two lone beers, left over from the night before. And I was too hungover and tired to quench my thirst with that.

The night before, Jason and I sat around and drank my favorite alcoholic beverage--Chiladas. Mexican beer, hot sauce, Bloody Mary Mix, lime, and salt. Doesn't that sound like the perfect pregnancy concoction? I love them so much I've found myself chugging V8 with pepper just to get that spicy tomato fix.

In our tipsy stupor, we came up with the brilliant idea to use the last of our sweet tea mix. In our biggest pitcher, we mixed the sweet tea. And then we decided to throw in some vanilla extract (or half a bottle of it), and then I found a couple dozen raspberries left over from our last grocery excursion. I crumbled those up, and threw them in too.

Needless to say, it was the most AMAZING drunken beverage ever. I thought we'd stumbled upon a gold mine. We could market it and then tell the story one day about how we found our sweet tea fortune while stumbling drunk around our kitchen.

Well, standing in front of the fridge the next morning, I was thrilled when I remembered it was there. I poured a glass, and drank and drank until I was burping up vanilla extract. I drank four cups, all without sitting down, all while standing in front of the open fridge, the cool air only adding to the refreshment.

And then I walked back to the bedroom, where Jason was already in the shower.

Without warning, I threw every ounce of it up. I didn't even get nauseous beforehand. It was just coming up, no questions asked.

I laughed when Jason jumped out of the shower upon hearing my gags, and we chalked it up to the hangover, the disgusting tea we'd thought was brilliant.

And later, at the theme park, I felt just fine. Upside down, zooming through the air at 100 mph, feeling my stomach drop on the declines. I was just a normal girl. At a theme park. Who drank too much the night before.

See? That's the face of a girl who's biggest concern is if she has the guts to ride the coasters with six upside down loops.

And it turns out, I had the guts to ride them all.