Got married at 18 to my "best friend". Found out a few months later that he was bisexual, I guess. He cried, said he could give up men. Tried to make it work for two years. Then, I learned that he was meeting guys in the park when he said he was working late. Got a divorce. Started drinking heavy. Had blackouts. Woke up with strangers. Drove car into ditch and cut open my forehead. Had to go to rehab. Took a friend of the family up on an offer to stay in his Idaho cabin when I got out of rehab. Went up there in October with a cat from the local pound. By November, I was feeling odd. I had gas pains all the time and was gaining weight. But I've always been a big girl. I was 200 lbs in 9th grade. In Feb, felt so sick one day with stomach cramps that I couldn't get out of bed. Around two am felt a huge gush of fluid. At first, I thought I'd peed byself or had watery diarhea. Then, the cramps started getting closer together and I realized "Oh, shit. I'm in labor." No phone. No way I could drive. Around 9 the next morning I started pushing and gave birth to a girl. Rested for a couple hours. Then I wrapped her up good, put her in a cardboard box on the floor of the truck and drove into town. Went straight to the gas station and said call an ambulance. Daughter and I are fine now, but I didn't know I was pregnant until I was in labor.