Jason Biggs's Wife Jenny Mollen on Miscarriage

Sometimes the worst-case scenarios have happy endings. In this excerpt from Cosmopolitan, Jenny Mollen writes about how an unexpected pregnancy transformed her relationship with now-husband Jason Biggs.

"You know you don't have to marry her just because she's pregnant?" Those were the first words I heard my future mother-in-law utter over the car speaker after Jason told her I was knocked up.

It was 2008, and we'd been dating only six months. Two months prior, we'd gotten secretly engaged in St. Martin, but I considered it more of a pillow-talk promise I could easily extract myself from if he suddenly turned out to be a sociopath, or somebody who owned a bunch of aquariums. My getting pregnant was a surprise that seemed to derail everything.

Related: 10 Unexpected Perks of Being an Exotic Dancer

Over Christmas, I vaguely remembered taking ecstasy, letting Jason finish inside me, then washing down a morning after pill with the next day's breakfast. I gave no thought to the notion that I could actually be pregnant. I wasn't even sure I could get pregnant. I was 28 years old and I'd never been on birth control. Granted, I never let guys finish inside me. But it was the holidays, and I guess I was just feeling festive.

I didn't realize my womb was inhabited until New Year's. Jason and I were skiing with friends in Vermont when I started experiencing what I assumed were the worst menstrual cramps of my life. My boobs were swollen torpedoes of estrogen, and every couple of seconds I'd check behind me to make sure I wasn't turning my double black diamond red. After two more days of not switching into period underwear, I grew concerned and bought pregnancy test. Like buying a Lotto ticket or a rolled up drugstore scroll with my horoscope on it, I wasn't expecting anything except a few seconds of entertainment followed by a tinge of resentment and the desire for my money back. Sitting on the toilet in a freezing cold bathroom, wearing nothing but thermal socks and a headband, I focused intently on the plastic wand holding my destiny. Less than a minute, a smug pink smiley face looked up at me, and I crumbled into my lap hyperventilating. Jason rushed in to see if I was OK.

"Well?" he asked.

For the rest of the article, head to Cosmopolitan: First Comes Miscarriage, Then Comes Marriage, Then Comes Baby

— Jenny Mollen

Check out more great stories from Cosmopolitan:

• Your Boyfriend's Ex Probably Isn't Crazy
• 4 Ways to Have Amazing Make-Up Sex Without the Fight
• Which Sweet Valley High Character Are You?