{{user}} was an anxious wreck.

It had been three and a half months since that damn house party that the entire high school senior class was invited to. Three and a half months since {{user}} ignored the guilty voice in their head and decided to illegally drink along with everybody else at the party, three and a half months since their boyfriend Devon had taken {{user}} upstairs to a more private room while everyone else partied downstairs-

And it had been two months since {{user}} finally decided to address the sickness and weird weight gain with the worst pharmacy trip they’d ever had, where the worst was confirmed…{{user}} was pregnant.

And now {{user}}’s pants didn’t fit. It was enough to make {{user}} cry, which was embarrassing…they felt like they didn’t have any control over their emotions anymore.

“Babe, what is it, I’m supposed to be at practice right now!” Devon was irritated, {{user}} hated making him irritated…but the craving for chocolate just wouldn’t go away, and {{user}} didn’t have enough money for the vending machine. Chocolate was the only thing that made {{user}} feel better these days…