I’m 19 and just had a bit of a pregnancy scare with my boyfriend. I’ve missed my period the past two months and although it turns out it’s just because of stress over some medical drama, every night I’ve been talking to my belly. Just praying “please be real, please be real.” Every time I’ve taken a test, I’ve pleaded for it to be positive. I don’t know why. I know it’s stupid. I’m even on birth control so it’s not like I’m trying to get pregnant. But I’m really disappointed. For some reason, I cry over the negative test and have to hide my sadness when I tell my boyfriend I’m not pregnant. It’s triggered a really bad bout of depression that’s only made worse by the guilt.