Or so she thought.
My friend's teen-aged daughter was caught in a "compromsing position" with her long-term boyfriend. We live in a small town, and while this is the 21st century, there is still a certain amount of decorum expected from children, even those who feel they are on the cusp of adulthood.
There was much wailing and rending of garments, as she wept her profuse regret at her impetuous actions. Her kind but firm parents were gentle as they explained that this was not the path they had envisioned for her, the plan she had made for herself. She vowed it was an impulsive action, one she would not repeat. Her parents love her, and they support her, and they have been in her corner, always. She admitted that she and the boyfriend were not ready for the level of relationship they were moving into, and decided...of her own free will...to slow things down, continue with her college plans, and let her relationship with The Boy cool a bit. There was some worry by Mom that she might already be pregnant, and if that were the case, some other plans needed to be made, but the girl assured them she was not. She enrolled in classes, got her books, and is in her first week of school. She and the boyfriend are keeping their distance as he heads back to school himself, and her parents are standing with her, glad she is moving forward and taking the path she had always dreamed of.
...she's gaining weight. She's throwing up. She's exhausted.
UPDATE: The signs on the stick say "no." Let us hope it was not too soon to be sure.