I can keep it more on the soft, emotional side rather than anything graphic.
I remember the moment I realized I might be pregnant—it wasn’t dramatic, just a quiet thought that lingered longer than it should have. My body felt different, like it was holding onto a secret before I was ready to say it out loud. I sat on my bed, staring at nothing, replaying everything that led up to it, my heart racing but also strangely calm. It wasn’t just fear or excitement—it was both, tangled together in a way I couldn’t separate. I wrapped my arms around myself, wondering how something so small, so unseen, could already feel like it was changing everything.