I was officially a month gone, but my stomach hadn't grown an inch bigger. I was putting on some weight but my clothes still fit perfectly.

I had tried to keep my emotions in check and I did a somehow great job with that, because anytime I tried to think of Kelvin, I would try my best to block him out. Scratch that, i still thought about him every day because i failed pathetically at blocking him out. The funny part about everything was I understood his reason for  breaking up with me but that didn't make it less painful. I felt terrible for making a huge decision like that...