By the second month, I started to notice something was off with my body.
First, I'd wake up with a bitter taste in my mouth every morning. The smell of cooking oil from the stove would make my stomach churn so badly I couldn't even keep down my favorite pickles. My chest, which was already plump to begin with, now felt heavy and tight, so swollen my sheer nightgown could barely contain it.
My heart dropped like a stone. I counted back the days and realized my period was over two weeks late.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the beat-up black phone in my hand. My fingers shook like a leaf in a gale.
"How the hell could a character generated by an app get someone pregnant?" I mumbled to myself.
It sounded reasonable enough when I said it out loud, but cold sweat was already pouri
