Stan, but, and get this, pregnant.
Yeah…I’m in a transitional period in my life and the only thing that makes it better is that thought floating around my head. I can’t have kids out of mercy to potential offspring, so I’m mentally hitting Stan with pregnancy bombs.
Stan’s just gotta have like a moment and it’s “uh-oh baby stick says I have baby in mah belly. Now I gotta call that guy I just broke up with.”
Yeeaaahh
I’m going through it rn though.
New job that’s a legit big boy job, leaving my old job, possibly moving, needing a new car, my teeth are fucked up worse than I realized, man of honor stuff. Ugh.
That anxiety is hitting so bad that my therapist wants me to do two sessions a week now.
Thanks for reading the life update ig, now be burdened with the idea of pregnant Stan.