In early 1984, while I was pregnant with Sean, Jeff and I decided to move to a bigger house. We had everything finalized and were just waiting to begin moving our stuff. My mother and I had a shopping trip planned, but I needed to stop at the City Utilities office and get the bill transferred to our name, before I went to pick her up.
It was January or February, and pretty cold outside and I was wearing a long sleeved tee shirt and down vest. The CU office was an inferno, hot enough to sweat, so the vest came off almost immediately. I had to stand in line for a long time and when it was my turn I was panting. The lady behind the counter said, "I'm hurrying, I promise. We'll get you out of here in just a couple of minutes!"
True to her word, we finished up and as I was making a bee-line for the door, I started seeing sparkling lights in my eyes. The next thing I know I wake up, lying flat on my back in the middle of the CU lobby with five or six people standing over me... one was a policeman. The only thing I could think to say was, "I'm not on drugs! I'm pregnant!"